Chapter 2 — Judge's Debt Book

"I told him that it was because he was too tired, that he should drink a few more bowls of soup to nourish him. He had no doubts at all, and said that marrying me was his blessing." "How's your face?" "Red. Redder than last month, like I just drank wine." I nodded, turned around and walked to the front of the medicine cabinet, opened a drawer, took out a few slices of pre-sliced medicinal herbs. "This month's prescription, I'll add half the amount for father and son, and take two less for goji berries." I packed the package. He returned the medicinal herbs and gave them to her: "Push the fire in his body a little higher. On the outside it looks rosy and full of vitality, but inside the internal organs are gradually drying up. Remember, you must stew over low heat, three bowls of water condensed into one bowl." Sister took it and carefully put it in her sleeve. She looked at me, suddenly said in a low voice: "Lan Thu, aren't you afraid?" "Afraid of what?" "What if... if someone investigated..." "What did you investigate?" I raised my head to look at her: "The prescription for tonics are all the most common herbs. Which family doesn't eat good medicine? Which family doesn't drink tonic soup? Even if the royal physician of the Royal Hospital came to check, it would only say that he was weak and could not stand the tonic." My voice was as calm as that. water: "Sister, you have to remember, you don't know medical skills. You're just nourishing your husband's health, that's all." Tham Lan Am was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly. In that smile there was relief, also bitterness, but more than that, the cold feeling that had been suppressed for so long was finally released. "That's right." She said: "What do I have to fear?" Month after month. The four seasons rotate, spring comes and fall comes. Every time I return home, the news my sister brings proves that our plan is going on the right track. "Last month he coughed up blood once, not a lot, just a few strands." "This month his feet started to swell, he couldn't put his shoes on." "The doctor said his liver and kidneys were both weakened, telling him to abstain. I kept obeying, and when I returned, I immediately gave him two more 'tonics'." Her voice became more and more calm, her eyes increasingly cold. From the initial insecurity and hesitation to the calm and leisurely look like now. The old lady who only knew how to cry and go on a hunger strike is slowly turning into a different person. Or perhaps, she should have been like that. It's just that before, no one taught her that besides tears and crying, there is also something called strategy in this world. In the winter of the third year, when the day came to visit home, my sister did not return. The person who came was an administrator of the Song Palace. He knelt in front of me, looking sad: "Second Miss Shen, our old man... passed away last night." I put down the medicine pestle in my hand and used a towel to wipe my hands. "How did you pass away?" "The doctor said it was... infected with wind and cold, causing an old disease, and cannot be cured." The butler wiped away her tears: "Madam, you cried until you no longer looked human. These past two days, I still have to take care of the funeral, and I really can't separate myself, so I specially sent the servant to report. mourning." "Sister, please hold back your sadness." I lowered my eyes and said in a faint voice: "Tell your ladies, taking care of your body is important. Wait until the mourning period is over, then go back to the palace for a while." "Yes, yes." The manager retreated. Foreign Song Yuan's funeral was held with utmost dignity. She took the position of a widow to preside over the funeral and cried until she fainted several times. Everyone said that she had a deep love for her husband. After he died, her sister, Ly Thanh Chuong, became the sole female owner of the large Tong family. Those concubines also wanted to compete, but they couldn't resist the fact that their sister held the title of main wife in her hand, had a marriage certificate and eighty bride price gifts to witness, and had the support of her mother's duchy's palace behind her. The concubines and concubines should not be close. It's not just age

At a young age, the birth mothers had their own thoughts, just a discrete group. Therefore, the entire outer palace is decided by the older sister alone. Two months later, the older sister returned to the palace to visit home. She was wearing a white outfit, with a white silk flower on her head. The face is a lot thinner, but the spirit is strangely good. She entered my pharmacy, closed the door, and looked at me for a long time. Then she burst out laughing. Not the bitter, helpless smile of the past, but a smile as if a burden had been lifted, relieved and bright. "Lan Thu." She said: "I'm free." I looked at her and nodded. My sister walked up to me and suddenly grabbed my hand. Her palm was warm, completely different from the way she was lying on the bed many years ago. "Next..." She lowered her voice, a cold flash flashed under her eyes: "Whose turn is it?" I didn't say anything, just tilted my head slightly, looking out the pharmacy window. Outside the window is the direction of the main courtyard. There, Concubine Lieu's laughter vaguely came, still as defiant and unrestrained as always. The next target is my father.05