Chapter 43 Follow the original plan
"Okay." Su Wanyu took the bowl and swirled the spoon lightly, causing tiny ripples in the soup.
At the same time, her mind couldn't help but drift back to the scenes in the teahouse today. Although it was a close call, it reminded her not to take it lightly.
Yun Yi noticed her emotional fluctuations and turned around to light a stick of calming incense.
The wisps of white smoke passed through Su Wanyu's fingers and wrapped around the faintly visible finger marks on her wrist.
She put the bowl down and gently pulled down her sleeves to cover the marks.
But the side room of Yaxuan Courtyard did not become quiet under the night cover.
Jiang Yingying's condition not only did not improve, but became more serious, and she continued to bleed. Although it was not life-threatening, it was worrying enough.
Qingyue's face was filled with sorrow, and her eyes were filled with fear: "Aunt, let's go ask the Second Young Master to get a doctor for you. Otherwise, the child may not be saved, and your health will also collapse."
Before she finished her words, she was eager to get up and go out.
"Stop!" On the bed, Jiang Yingying's voice was stern and firm, stopping Qingyue's footsteps.
Qingyue paused, biting her lower lip, and looked back helplessly: "Aunt, this is a matter of life and death, how can we take risks!"
Jiang Yingying refused to listen to the advice. She covered her abdomen with one hand and said sternly: "If you dare to call a doctor for me today, you will never see your brother again."
Hearing this, Qingyue looked up in surprise: "Auntie, everything I did was for..."
Jiang Yingying didn't allow her to explain and interrupted, "Go to the kitchen and prepare some food for me!"
Qingyue's eyes were red, her fingers clenched into fists, trying to hold back tears, and she replied aggrievedly: "Yes, auntie."
Compared with Su Wanyu's carefully prepared ginseng soup, Jiang Yingying, as a concubine, could only enjoy light tofu soup and stir-fried cabbage sprouts for dinner. Occasionally, a few thin slices of pig skin floated on the soup, which seemed particularly shabby.
Just as Qingyue stepped out of the door, she happened to meet Siqi leading the old lady's personal doctor.
"Sister Siqi, what's the important matter?" Qingyue was nervous for a moment, the plate in her hand trembled slightly, and the bowl and dish made a crisp sound when they collided.
Seeing this, Siqi understood a little, and said as she led the doctor behind her forward: "Our Second Young Madam has specially invited Doctor Zhang, who is often used by the old lady, to treat the aunt's body."
Qingyue tightly grasped the plate and pursed her lips, doubts abounding in her heart: "Madam, do you really want to ask a doctor to treat my aunt?"
Siqi raised her voice, her tone mixed with dissatisfaction: "What nonsense are you talking about! Aunt Jiang is pregnant with our Zheng family's young master, the child that the Second Young Madam asked the doctor to take care of, why does she need other people's consent?"
Qingyue was so scared that she lowered her head and dared not say anything more.
Inside the house, Jiang Yingying came out upon hearing the voice, her face grim: "Thank you, Second Young Madam, for your concern. I am fine, so there is no need to trouble the doctor."
Siqi looked at her carefully, and through the thick makeup, she caught sight of her pale complexion. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Madam Jiang looks so pale and not in good condition. It would be better to let the doctor check her out."
Jiang Yingying leaned against the door frame, her eyes burning with anger: "Don't bother Miss Siqi. I am just a concubine, how dare I trouble the old lady's special doctor!"
After saying this, she dragged Qingyue back into the house in a hurry and slammed the door.
Outside the door, Siqi shouted loudly: "Although Auntie is a concubine, the fetus in your belly is extremely precious. Don't harm an innocent life because of a momentary anger!"
These words struck Jiang Yingying's heart directly. In an instant, she felt a warmth in her lower body and blood flowed out again.
Qingyue wiped her tears in panic, extremely anxious: "Aunt, you should listen to the Second Young Madam and let the doctor take a look, otherwise the child..."
Jiang Yingying frowned, hardened her heart, and tightly grasped Qingyue's hand: "Qingyue, go to the Jiang Mansion on my behalf and tell my mother to ask Doctor Wang to come."
"Jiang Mansion?" Qingyue's voice was filled with surprise.
"Auntie, do you really want to go out and ask for a doctor?"
Jiang Yingying's hands trembled slightly, and she held Qingyue's wrist tightly: "The people in the Zheng Mansion are unpredictable now, and I dare not trust anyone! Go quickly, go to the Jiang Mansion immediately. If anyone stops you on the way, tell them that the Jiang family sent you to check my body!"
Qingyue nodded as if she understood, then staggered away.
Jiang Yingying covered her abdomen, where she felt waves of dull pain, as if she was being pierced by densely packed needles, and the pain was mixed with despair.
Her lips trembled constantly, and her eyes were full of hatred: "Su Wanyu, do you think you can control me with a doctor? It's just a foolish dream! I, Jiang Yingying, will never let your conspiracy succeed!"
In Jiaoyang Courtyard, Siqi walked lightly towards Su Wanyu who was sipping tea by the window, and said with a bit of pride: "Miss, just as you expected, Jiang Yingying rejected the doctor recommended by the old lady and sent someone to the Jiang Mansion to seek medical treatment."
Su Wanyu's hand slid the Xiangyunsha across her fingertips. She smiled gently, "Since she has chosen to go to the Jiang Mansion, let her go. You secretly give this silver to Doctor Wang, and everything will proceed according to the original plan."
"Yes, Miss." Siqi replied respectfully, picked up the silver from the table, and disappeared lightly outside the door.
The night was as dark as ink, with strong winds and rain.
By the next morning, the courtyard was covered with green leaves blown down by wind and rain, and it was a mess.
Yun Yi ordered the servants to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground. She stood on the threshold, frowning, with a look of disappointment on her face: "I'm afraid I won't be able to see the Osmanthus fragrans bloom again this year."
Inside the house, Su Wanyu's laughter was warm and gentle: "It doesn't matter if the flowers can't bloom. We can go to the Princess's Mansion more often to appreciate the flowers in the future."
Yun Yi heard this and a bright smile blossomed on her face. She nodded repeatedly, "The flowers in the Princess's Mansion are indeed flourishing. In comparison, the soil in my own Zheng Mansion seems to lack some spirituality that nourishes people."
Su Wanyu lowered her head, holding the scissors in her hand, carefully cutting the cloth, then fixed it on the embroidery frame, ready to start her embroidery.
This was originally Yun Yi's job, but this time, Su Wanyu decided to do it herself.
Just as she was about to start sewing with the embroidery needle in her hand, Siqi pushed the door open and walked in. "Miss, I have already found out the news about the young lady from the Pei family."
"Oh? Did you really find it?" Su Wanyu was delighted. She put down her needlework and stood up to greet Siqi. "Who exactly is that Miss Pei?"
Siqi answered respectfully, "This young lady's name is Si Na, she is only sixteen years old, her father is from the Pei family's side branch, and ten years ago due to internal family struggles, he was banished to a remote courtyard to fend for himself."
When talking about the Pei family, we have to mention that after the old man of the Pei family passed away early in his life, the power of the family fell into the hands of Mr. Pei.
Mr. Pei and the Marquis have a close personal relationship. Both of them are good at currying favor with the powerful and wealthy. Relying on the influence of Concubine Pei in the court, they act without scruples.
Siqi continued, "Si Na was very smart and talented since she was young, but unfortunately she lost her mother at a young age and her father was frail and sickly. In order to raise medical expenses, she, a weak woman, made a living by writing poems for the sons of wealthy families."