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According to Liu Lanting's memories, she was a bookworm who only knew how to read books. She rarely paid attention to the affairs of the household.
Before Liu Lanting's father took up his post, he had bought the house with three entrances.
Although it was safe for the second lady to live with the women in her father's backyard, there were too many people in the house. Without an adult male in the house, it was easy for gossip to spread.
Perhaps that was why Liu Lanting's father moved his family out. The house he bought was very close to his people's land. If something happened, the second lady could ask for help from her people. If there was nothing else, she could live her life in seclusion.
However … how many guards could there be in a small house with three entrances?
Not to mention the fact that the two mistresses in the house had fallen ill, and the bastard son was playing around and banging his head. In this era, if brain injuries were not taken care of in time, they could easily be fatal. Jiang Pengji's head hurt even more when she entered the house.
"I didn't die. I was just kidnapped. Those thieves are too stupid, and I managed to escape. Just now, it was the prefect who sent me here. " Jiang Pengji explained briefly. Then she thought of the gatekeeper and added, "I'll go see my mother first. Can you find the servants who went looking for me last night? I have some questions to ask them …"
It seemed that it was not that Madam Hu did not send people out, but that there were too few of them. The servants thought that the chance of survival was too low for their Langjun to encounter bandits was too low, so they went to fish in troubled waters. For example, the gatekeeper who fought with the prostitute all night.
That showed how lax the family's rules were.
Thinking about that, Jiang Pengji could not help but smile coldly. It was true that the Liu family was an aristocratic family, but after Father Liu moved out, he had been working outside all year round. There were no men left at home who could hold the fort. It was almost predictable that the servants would slack off and neglect their duties.
It was not that the master was incapable, but that the servants had their own agendas.
The second lady lived in the east side of the house. It was different from the bustling scene of an ancient noble family. The Liu family's house was rather desolate. There were only two or three maids walking around. Those who did not know better would think that the second branch of the Liu family was in dire straits.
Although Jiang Pengji was a stepson, the lady was also Liu Lanting's aunt. It did not matter if Jiang Pengji entered the lady's bedroom.
It was still sunny outside, but the inside of the room was dark and gloomy, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of medicine.
Walking around the screen, Jiang Pengji saw the general layout of the room. It was so simple that it did not look like something a noble lady should have.
There were a few boxes on the dressing table. The style was old, and it was obvious that they had been used for a long time. Next to the bronze mirror was an exquisite spring butterfly hairpin.
Jiang Pengji's gaze fell on the hairpin for two seconds. She then shifted her gaze and glanced at the furnishings in the room.
The Second Lady was lying on the bed, her face as pale as snow. Her black hair was interspersed with many white strands, making her look a little older. Her eyes were dark, and she looked sick. Jiang Pengji took the medicine from the maidservant's hand and knelt beside the bed to take over the task of feeding the medicine.
It was a pair of eyes that could see through the affairs of the mortal world, and it also gave off the feeling of being watched by a kind elder.
"… Lan … Ting …"
Before Jiang Pengji arrived, the Second Lady had just come back from the brink of death. Now that she saw Jiang Pengji again, her eyes were watery.
"Yes, I'm back."
Jiang Pengji smiled warmly. She did not dare to look at the bowl of black medicine that gave off a strange smell. The ancient people were really the originators of dark cuisine. How did they create such a terrible medicine? Could it cure illnesses?
Could it really not kill people?
"… I remember … before …" The Second Lady's gaze became gentle and nostalgic. Her voice was weak, but she still took a few breaths. Slowly, she said, "Someone said that you were dead … How could I believe them … Then … I went to the Bridge of Helplessness … and saw my sister …"
Jiang Pengji thought to herself, Liu Lanting is as dead as a doornail.
"Mother, don't talk. Drink the medicine first." Jiang Pengji extended her free hand to the back of her neck and hugged her skinny shoulders. She helped her up and leaned her against her chest so that she could drink her medicine and not choke. "Then have a good sleep." Jiang Pengji nodded.
Lying in bed for too long was easy to develop bedsores. Jiang Pengji saw that the Second Lady's collar was wet and red, so she quietly ordered the maidservant to boil some water. After the Second Lady drank the medicine, the maidservant could wipe the Second Lady's collar and change the mattress. The air in the room was terrible, and it was not suitable for a sick person to rest.
The Second Lady frowned and drank the bitter medicine that Jiang Pengji had just blown on it.
Jiang Pengji saw that the Second Lady still had a bitter look on her face. She looked at the remnants of the medicine at the bottom of the bowl and immediately felt the bitterness in her mouth. She turned to the maidservant and said, "Bring more candied plums for mother … I wonder how much yellow lotus the doctor added to the medicine …"
According to Jiang Pengji's memory, the relationship between Liu Lanting and the Second Lady was one-sided and cold.
Liu Lanting had always thought that the Second Lady was the biological mother, so she did not care about the Second Lady's constant concern for her well-being. She even thought that the Second Lady was a hypocrite. Fortunately, the Second Lady still maintained a kind front and did not reveal her displeasure.
Otherwise, Jiang Pengji's intimate actions would easily arouse suspicion.
"My son … Did you suffer last night?"
The Second Lady's eyes were cloudy, and her voice was stronger than before.
"No, those idiots who don't bring their brains with them when they go out, how could they make me suffer?"
Jiang Pengji wanted to put the Second Lady down, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a maidservant carrying a clean mattress over. Jiang Pengji wrapped the Second Lady in the blanket and stretched her other hand under the Second Lady's legs. She lifted the Second Lady up while she gasped in surprise.
"Mother, don't be afraid. I can still carry you. Let the maidservant change the mattress and warm it up with a hand stove."
The Second Lady said, "My son is becoming more and more like a sister. Tell me about what happened last night …"
Jiang Pengji looked at the Second Lady and curled her lips. "Mother, if you're listening, I will tell you everything I know."
Jiang Pengji hated repeating the same thing over and over again. It was refreshing once, but it was boring if it was repeated too many times.
But since it was a request from a classically elegant beauty, Jiang Pengji did not mind repeating it one more time.
The Second Lady listened with great interest. When she was done, she looked at Jiang Pengji and the maidservants in the room, signaling them to leave.
"Lanting … How did she go?" The Second Lady smiled warmly when she noticed that Jiang Pengji was not surprised at all. "Aren't you afraid?"
Jiang Pengji shook her head. "I thought that other people would be more afraid of this kind of thing."
The Second Lady said, "You are an honest child. I can hide it from them … I'll just pretend that my son is still alive … "
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