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Su Zongwen looked at Ming Yuchen. His face was as pale as paper and carried an indescribable loneliness.

"I'm just asking."

Ming Yuchen said indifferently, he once again looked up at the Plum Blossom, his expression lonely.

Su Zongwen pondered for a moment and in his heart, he had already guessed the gist of it.

In the past few days, he had more or less heard about the matter of the main house speaking to the Duke and the consort and not letting Shen Zhu recuperate on Ming Yuchen's behalf.

"Young Mistress, look at these pure white snow and plum blossoms covered in trees." Su Zongwen said. Seeing that Ming Yuchen was looking at him, he continued: "Little master, do you think that in this vast snow land and this plum blossom that is releasing a delicate fragrance, is there anything better?"

"Meixian's snow has three parts white, but the snow has lost one part of the incense. Each side has their own strengths, and none of them has won against the other."

Ming Yuchen thought for a moment, then said.

Su Zongwen continued: "Just as little master has said, there is no such thing as the United States. One's life is short and bitter, and one must be content and happy.

"Life does not go according to one's wishes. Young master must know, do your best, and do not force anything. As long as you do not forget your original intentions, you will always be there."

Ming Yuchen's words were like lamps lit in a lonely and cold night, causing his originally extremely weak heart to become stronger bit by bit.

Even if he was sick now, it didn't mean that he couldn't do anything, and it didn't mean that he was a burden. As long as he studied diligently, he would definitely be able to display his abilities in the future.

"Young master is not feeling well. Is it because of your illness?"

Ming Yuchen was quiet for a moment, then nodded his head, and told Su Zongwen about what he heard when he was outside the door.

After Su Zongwen heard this, he did not look surprised at all. He only remained silent for a while, then spoke out: "You should not blame the wangfei, and even more so your mother. They must have their own unspeakable difficulties, saying that the tiger is poisonous and will not eat the child, let alone the family members with whom you are thicker than the water, the wangfei loves the little mistress the most."

"I thought that people like me, who are unable to contribute to the imperial government while unable to be filial to the family, should be useless people who no one dotes on."

Ming Yuchen's jade-like face revealed a trace of a smile, "It seems that's not the case."

At least there were a few more now.

"It's good that little master can think of a solution. Since the wind is strong here, little master should return quickly."

Seeing that he had thought things through, Su Zongwen did not say anymore and did the job of protecting the courtyard. After the little mistress left, Su Zongwen left the manor again and went to find the things that the Duke and Princess had brought back to the Moon Slaughter Devil Nest according to the instructions given by the Uncle Chen.

Seventh day of the first month

Ming Chengyan and his group had already planned to return to the capital today.

Madame Jiang woke up very early in the morning. Seeing the servant girls packing their bags, he couldn't help but think of Ming Yuchen.

The more Madame Jiang thought about it, the more unbearable it became. In the end, she covered her face and cried softly. Not long after, she felt a dull pain in her abdomen.

When Madame Ye heard the news, she was shocked. Fortunately, after she invited a doctor to look for her, she said that the child in Madame Jiang's womb was fine. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.

However, like this, the matter of Madame Jiang getting pregnant naturally could not be concealed. When Meier heard this news, his face had even turned green from anger.

She had already said it before, why was Madame Jiang so abnormal during this period of time?

Meier watched the carriages of the Duke Palaces go further and further away unwillingly, and unwillingly clenched his fists.

She would definitely go back!

Due to the departure of the masters, the atmosphere in the manor had changed a lot.

The only thing that probably wasn't affected was the yard.

A few days ago, when Shen Zhu was recuperating, she went into the water cloud and took the antidote pills that he refined last time from the pill cultivating room.

When she came out of the water, she held a small jade bottle in her hand. Inside the bottle were several thumb-sized pills, each with a bright white grain.

In the past few days, he had taken medicinal pills and grinded them into powder, then added it to his medicinal food. Although he did not know if it would be of any use, he could only treat it as a living horse.

At least, it seems that Ming Yuchen's condition had improved a little these few days.

Today, Shen Zhu specially made the kitchen to prepare black chicken and some traditional Chinese medicine, planning to use it to make soup.

When they arrived at the small kitchen, Shen Zhu was very satisfied with the materials they were prepared.

She first boiled water in the wok. After the water was boiled, she put in the ginger, and the chopped chicken pieces were boiled. She added in the cooking wine to remove the fishy smell.

He then put the black chicken into the pot and added Angelica, Astragalus, Ginger, Cordyceps, and a small amount of cooking wine. Afterward, he added some water into the pot and simmered it for two hours.

Shen Zhu prepared the soup well, and also prepared a few other dishes for Ming Yuchen, all to nourish his body, among them, this Wu Jiu Soup was able to replenish his vital energy and blood, and the rest were medicines to strengthen the body, allowing Ming Yuchen to eat some nourishment.

After Wu Jiu Tang was done, Shen Zhu added the grinded medicinal powder into Ming Yuchen's bowl, and then handed the things over to him.

Ming Yuchen lived alone in the west yard, which was cold and deserted.

When Shen Zhu brought the medicinal food in, Ming Yuchen was the only one left in the room. His room was especially clean and bright, yet a little too spacious, giving people a kind of cold feeling.

"Second Young Master, this is the soup I just made. Drink it while it's still hot."

Shen Zhu scooped up a bowl of soup and walked in front of Ming Yuchen.

"Sorry for the trouble, Sister Shen."

Ming Yuchen nodded, he placed the pen down and took the soup from Shen Zhu.

"Second Young Master's painting is really beautiful."

Shen Zhu turned his head, just in time to see the painting scroll that Ming Yuchen had spread out on the table. In the picture, it was a flat patch of snow, and in the distance, it was a mountain slope.

Seeing this scene, Shen Zhu actually felt that it was a little familiar. This place looked like the place at the back of the village, but it wasn't really like it, because there weren't that many plum trees there.

"It's just that I have nothing better to do. I'm just casually drawing." Ming Yuchen laughed, and when his gaze landed on the two figures standing under the plum tree, a peculiar emotion seemed to flash past his eyes.

"It's not bad that Second Young Master has such good leisure time and elegance." Shen Zhu smiled as he watched him finish the soup in his bowl, then warned him: "The remaining soup is all in the porcelain jar, this black chicken soup with Angelica and Astragalus, can help you recover your Qi and blood, second young master needs to drink more."

"Elder sister Shen's culinary skills are really good. I will definitely drink this soup. The medicine I drank before had an unpleasant taste, and my taste was unspeakably bitter. It was far from being like elder sister Shen's soup." Ming Yuchen had a slight smile on his face.

"It's good that Second Young Master likes it. I'll head back first then." Looking at Ming Yuchen's thin face, Shen Zhu also couldn't bear to see this. In the end, he was only thirteen years old this year, and was still a child.

"Alright, Sister Shen, hurry up and go back. Your Blackchicken Soup looks like a delicacy. I will definitely not waste it." Ming Yuchen nodded his head, and knew that this was Shen Zhu's diligently brewing the medicinal food.

Shen Zhu did not linger and walked out of Ming Yuchen's courtyard.

As she was leaving, she met Jane who had come back. Seeing her avoiding him like a snake or a scorpion caused her to be confused.