That night.

Beijing.

An old house with bright lights.

"Young Madam, please rest."

The servant whispered advice.

The man who was leaning on the small bed and sleeping lightly snorted and rubbed his heart again.

"I don't know if I'm too tired. I feel very flustered and my eyelids keep twitching."

"The young lady has personally prepared a medicinal stew for you. Why don't you try it to replenish your health?"

"Yunyun is determined."

She said perfunctorily, feeling extremely flustered.

"Old people say that mother and child are connected."

She sighed.

"I don't know if..."

"Young Madam." The servant intercepted her words and glanced outside: "It's better not to mention this matter. If the ancestors know..."

There are taboos in old houses.

The most precious eldest grandson of their family was taken away fifteen years ago.

Over the years, my family has been searching anxiously.

However, after being disappointed again and again, no one dared to mention it again.

Fortunately, there is Miss Yunyun.

Although she is a girl from my cousin's family, she has been included in the family tree, recognized as a relative, and raised in the old house since she was a child, which is also a comfort.

"Why don't you mention it! I don't know whether my son is alive or dead outside right now. As a mother, I can't even think about it!"

The servant was startled.

She thought in her heart: The young lady misses her son so much that she is not sure whether her eldest grandson is a young master or a young lady.

She quickly reassured him.

"Young madam, don't be angry. You are so angry that you are so angry. The young master must be in good health. Maybe he will be found and recognized in a few months."

Finding two words made the woman who was so angry suddenly calm down.

"Forget it, why should I be angry at you?"

She looked out at the moonlight through the window lattice of her old house.

"If the young master were still here, I'm afraid he would be taller than Yunyun."

"No, the young master must be very handsome."

"My son, of course."

The woman smiled proudly.

"Must be very smart too."

Think of this.

My heart hurts again.

"If the young master is still here, my Shen family will have a successor, which is not comparable to today."

The servant stopped talking.

The Shen family is Madam’s mother’s family.

In this big family of the older generation, birth and direct descendants are valued.

When a son follows his mother, the higher the status of the mother's family, the more stable the son's status.

on the contrary.

The daughter follows her father. The higher the father's status, the higher the daughter's status.

However, whether you follow your father or your mother.

If the young master were still alive, with his status in this capital, he would really be the same as the crown prince of the previous dynasty.

The servant looked at the medicinal food on the desk.

Fortunately, Miss Yunyun is not bad either.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether there is such a crown prince, right?

...

the other side.

Qiao family.

The atmosphere is heavy.

Qiao Yu had a fever and was drawing up a prescription in front of the desk, preparing to concoct the medicine himself to treat the old man's illness.

Her whole face was red from the heat, her mind was dizzy, not to mention her back, which was on fire.

She writes quickly.

My mind also works very fast.

Grandpa's body was filled with rage, and his end was approaching.

His body was severely depleted and his deficiency was not being replenished. Ordinary prescriptions had no effect at all, and ordinary hospitals could not tell the root cause.

But, she can.

Xiao Nanshan is good at using Yin Yang and Five Elements to treat diseases and save people.

The so-called Qi, form and spirit are indispensable.

What's more, it has a unique method of preparing medicinal materials.

Although five years have passed, she can memorize everything she learned back then.

There's no rush.

There must be no rush this time.

It can’t be like back then...

She calmed down and changed the prescription again and again, finally reaching the last word!

Unexpectedly, before I even started writing, someone suddenly snatched it away!
Chapter completed!