Chapter 1136: Eyes and Ears on the Move

Chapter 1136: Chapter 1136: Eyes and Ears on the Move

Lin Qing was copying medical cases by the window, and when she suddenly heard the news brought by Chun Fen, her hand shook, and she looked up with a trace of confusion.

On the paper, a blot of ink was spreading. Sang’er took the pen from her hand and placed it on the penholder, whispering, "Master."

Lin Qing then recovered her senses and looked first at the blot of ink on the paper with some annoyance, before smiling at Chun Fen, "I understand. When Master Buhui diagnoses the old Madam, I will be present."

Chun Fen delivered the message, then kneeled in a salute and withdrew.

Lin Qing cupped her chin, staring dazedly at the snow outside the window until the aroma of tea wafted to her nose, prompting her to turn her head.

"Master, don’t think too much."

Lin Qing curled her lips in a smile, "I didn’t expect the grandmaster to truly come."

Sang’er hesitated to speak.

Lin Qing patted the back of her hand, saying, "Alright, your forehead is wrinkled like a river character. Be careful, or you’ll turn into a little old lady and won’t look good. The grandmaster’s arrival is a good thing; I have several medical cases I wish to consult him about. And there’s the old Madam’s health, which hasn’t fully recovered since she fell ill. I’m worried; if he can diagnose the cause, that would be best."

Sang’er nodded, knowing the master wished for solitude at this time, and found an excuse to leave. When she had just closed the door, she heard a sigh from within, feeling somewhat despondent.

...

Song Zhicheng was waiting at the city gate, and upon seeing the carriage with the mansion’s emblem and the family servants appear, he ordered someone to ride forward.

Jiang Fuduo, with sharp eyes, jumped down from the carriage shaft and went forward, cupping his hands in salute, "Second Master."

"No need." Song Zhicheng raised his hand slightly, came to the carriage door, and asked aloud, "Is Master Buhui inside?"

The carriage door opened from inside, revealing a middle-aged monk about forty years old and a young novice sitting inside.

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together, reciting a Buddhist verse to Song Zhicheng with a smile at the corners of his mouth, "I am Buhui, greetings to Benefactor Song."

Song Zhicheng’s gaze swept over the monk’s brawny features, thinking to himself how a monk could look so bold?

He cupped his hands in a bow, "I’ve been waiting for you, Master, for some time. After the long travel, please come back to the mansion to rest first."

"Thank you, Benefactor Song."

Song Zhicheng closed the carriage door, letting it go ahead, then got onto his own carriage, and the party proceeded to the Song Minister’s Mansion.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of many curious people, who whispered among themselves.

Someone gathered a little information, saying, "I heard the Prime Minister’s Mansion invited a master to diagnose Lady Song. It’s said he comes from the medical family of the Lu Family in Shu, the one who became a monk."

"Such a long distance to invite, it seems Lady Song’s illness is quite serious."

"After all, people get old, and naturally have more illnesses. Furthermore, the Prime Minister’s Mansion has power and influence. As long as they can make the old lady recover, wouldn’t they do anything possible to invite a renowned doctor?"

"That’s right."

A few meddling people heard these words, exchanged a glance, and each dispersed to report to their respective family heads.

Xiazhi Foreign Trading Company.

Chu Ze listened to Shang Meiniang’s report, his brows unmoving, only indifferently flipping through the book in his hand, saying, "Those who should be anxious aren’t me."

"Master..."

Chu Ze looked up at her, saying, "You know, my ending was predetermined long ago."

Whether serving either side, I’m just a substitute.

Shang Meiniang choked in her throat, her voice extremely low, "If Master wishes, why not speak candidly? At worst, aiming for a successor, the Emperor might spare your life."

Chu Ze raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth crooked in a sly smile, "Is Meiniang persuading me to betray your family head?"

Shang Meiniang bit her lip, knelt down, saying, "Meiniang’s wish is for Master to live a thousand years."

Chu Ze laughed out loud, then coughed violently, thinking to himself how could this body last a thousand years, impossible.