"For you." Su Mu took out a small bottle for him: "Hong hua oil."
Xie Yi looked strange.
Su Mu pointed at his knees: "Medicine, Hong hua oil."
By the time Xie Yi came to his senses, Su Mu had already left.
He opened the bottle, and a pungent medicinal smell rushed in. He poured a little on his hand and applied the liquid to a bruised patch on his knee.
Kneeling on the cold and damp ground all morning, the chill was like needles with legs, drilling into the flesh and bone of his knees bit by bit, causing a cold, sharp, and astringent pain.
As the medicine slowly spread, it was as if a comfortable flame was burning on it, driving out all the hidden cold from the bone crevices. The originally cold and sharp pain was instantly relieved, and his body also warmed up.
Xie Yi tightly clutched the small medicine bottle and quietly pushed open a crack in the door.
His dark green eyes looked out through the small door crack. Su Mu had her back to him, dressed simply and plainly, standing tall and straight, her long ink-black hair falling down her back, the ends tied with a hair ribbon.
The next moment, she changed her posture, picked up a book from the table and sat on the edge of the bed. Her side profile was soft and beautiful, her pale and delicate fingertips turning the pages of the book.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew in, lifting Xie Yi's long hair hanging on his chest. For a moment, he seemed to smell the ink fragrance from her books.
Xie Yi's heart pounded, and with a bang, he shut the door tightly.
"Lord, the young mistress absolutely refuses to remarry, and is unwilling to cooperate with you to continue concealing. What should we do?" As soon as they left, Ling Hua became anxious.
If Su Mu doesn't cooperate, it means that Yan Zhujun's current property is in danger and could be seized by the collateral branches at any time. Those are all a bunch of wolves and tigers, they might not even give the lord a place to live.
If it really comes to that... Ling Hua dared not think further.
Yan Zhujun's mind was buzzing in chaos. At this point, he didn't know what to do.
He had lived a privileged life for a lifetime, and he absolutely could not let himself fall into a miserable end.
Yan Zhujun gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the cane: "Let's go back."
"Yes." Ling Hua agreed verbally, but his heart had already sunk halfway. What could they do by going back? The master before him was about to become even worse off than a servant like himself.
He'd better find a way out for himself early.
"There's still one way." Yan Zhujun sat in the carriage, his expression more serious than ever before.
"What way?"
"When Su Mu and Jiyue signed the divorce papers, they didn't invite the clan elders to witness. It was just the two of them discussing privately in the room."
"...You mean, let the young master change his mind?" Ling Hua felt this matter was a bit strange: "The young master was so determined to divorce, how could he change his mind?"
"He has no choice." Yan Zhujun roared angrily: "If he doesn't agree, beat him until he agrees. If he doesn't open his mouth, pry it open. Make him testify that Su Mu changed her mind and forced him to sign the divorce papers. The divorce can't be valid no matter what."
His eyes were red and fierce, as if he had already seen the future days of poverty and bullying by everyone beckoning to him.
Ling Hua was startled by his appearance, and timidly added a sentence: "What if even then, the young master still doesn't agree?"
"Doesn't agree? Then make him marry again," Yan Zhujun trembled with anger: "I absolutely cannot let those beasts snatch away Ting'er's family property."
Ling Hua swallowed in fear, not daring to ask further. He thought to himself that even tigers don't eat their cubs, but the lord has really been blinded by wealth and power, twice sacrificing the young master's happiness.
This young master's life is not as free as a servant's.
But thinking about it, ever since Young Lady Yan Ting accidentally passed away, Yan Zhujun's mind has not been quite right.
Although Yan Zhujun doted on the young master, it was more like neglect than doting. Because the lord put all his energy and care on Young Lady Yan Ting, that was what you'd call treating someone like his life. After the young lady passed away, the lord aged a dozen years all at once.
The carriage sped towards the Yan mansion. Before the horse woman could even put down the stool, Yan Zhujun rushed straight towards the Handan Courtyard.
Yan Zhujun pushed open the door fiercely, but before he could speak, he heard Xiao Ping crying out: "Lord, it's terrible, the young master has a high fever and is unconscious."
"Where's the doctor? Has a doctor seen him?" Ling Hua hurriedly asked.
Xiao Ping nodded: "The doctor has already seen him. Hua Lu is currently brewing medicine for the young master, but the young master is still unconscious and talking nonsense, and can't be woken up no matter how we call him."
"What nonsense is he talking?"
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