"Did you come from Miaojiang? Can you practice Miao medicine?" Meng Yao asked.
"A little bit," Bai Su replied honestly. The poisonous insect technique she learned from childhood, along with martial arts, left her not very interested in medicine, as she lacked talent there, so she was quite average.
She could handle headaches, fevers, minor injuries, and pains.
Anything slightly more complex left her clueless.
"Just a little bit..." Meng Yao was a bit disappointed. The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
"Are you interested in our Miaojiang’s medicine?" Bai Su asked.
"To be precise, I’m interested in medicine." Meng Yao replied that medical knowledge was endless. She had read some literature that recorded how Miaojiang’s witch doctors, though mysterious, had something worth learning.
"Although I’m not good at medicine, I do have a good memory," Bai Su said. "Those books the Great Witch asked me to read, I didn’t understand, but I did remember their content. Just tell me how to crack the pill, and I’ll write everything down for you. Whether you can understand it or not, I can’t guarantee."
There were many things she herself couldn’t understand.
Let alone this woman?
The medicine of their Miaojiang was vast and deep, even with someone teaching, it was not always easy to learn, let alone without a teacher.
Even if she could learn it, it wouldn’t be harmful. Learning medicine is surely for healing and saving people, which accumulates merit. Even just copying down medical texts counts as passing on knowledge, making her half a teacher, which also brings merit.
"Write them for me." Meng Yao pondered for a moment, then spoke.
"You should first tell me how to crack the pill." Bai Su bargained.
"Forget it then." Meng Yao spread her hands, "Please make way, I have other matters."
Bai Su’s mouth twitched, wondering if this was her way of showing disinterest in their Miaojiang’s medicine?
Such things are meant for bargaining, then finalizing.
This woman doesn’t follow the routine.
"Fine, I’ll write it down."
When it comes to playing psychological games, Bai Su was no match for Meng Yao.
"Then you have to find me a place to write," Bai Su said.
"Alright." Meng Yao nodded, then told Zhao Ting, "I’ll take Bai Su back first, you inform Dahe and Xiaohua, let them return on their own."
Currently, Zhao Ting still didn’t know where Meng Yao had rented her residence.
"Madam, didn’t His Majesty say that you hold a royal decree, as you’re the General’s wife? Aren’t you returning to the Zhao Mansion?" Zhao Ting pretended to ask.
He now appeared as Zhao Ting’s confidant, so his tone had to be careful.
Meng Yao smiled faintly, "We’ll see."
Zhao Ting sighed inwardly, "Then I’ll return to deliver my report."
Meng Yao beckoned Bai Su to follow her.
Zhao Ting walked in the opposite direction.
Along the way, Bai Su chirped away with many questions to Meng Yao, and Meng Yao roughly judged her. This woman seemed newly initiated into Jianghu, curious about everything, not stupid, but apparently without a deep understanding of human malice.
"Are you wearing a mask because you planted a Love Silk Gu on someone?" Meng Yao asked Bai Su.
"How could I be so foolish as to use such a thing to bind a man?" Bai Su frowned. "If someone doesn’t like you, and you use a Love Silk Gu, the displayed affection is merely due to being controlled by a poisonous insect. What’s the point of such affection?"
"You wouldn’t think just because I’m wearing a mask, I’ve ruined my face from nurturing Love Silk Gu?"
"Oh, I wear it merely for convenience in traveling through Jianghu. Don’t you think wearing a mask gives a sense of mystery, a feeling of being difficult to provoke?"
Bai Su spoke with much pride.
No, she didn’t think so. Instead, wearing a mask creates a sense of abruptness, attracting more attention.
However, all these thoughts remained in Meng Yao’s mind.
"I’ve never traveled through Jianghu, so I wouldn’t know," Meng Yao said.
"This is something I’ve figured out," Bai Su stated.
Meng Yao acknowledged with a hum and said nothing more.
After Zhao Ting returned to the mansion, he went to Songhe Hall in disguise.
Zhao Dahe and Zhao Xiaohua were both in Songhe Hall.
"Why have you returned alone? Where’s Yaoyao?" Zhao Old Madam asked.
"She returned to the rented residence," Zhao Ting said. "The situation has been resolved, it was Qingxiang, the nanny beside the eldest princess, who made these decisions without authorization."
Zhao Old Madam frowned, "Was this His Majesty’s decree?"
Although Zhao Old Madam was not satisfied with this outcome, she knew it was the only way.
"His Majesty said he’d grant Ah Yao a royal decree," Zhao Ting added.
Zhao Old Madam’s face lit up with joy, "If that’s the case, why didn’t you bring Yaoyao back?"
"I haven’t managed to placate her yet," Zhao Ting sighed.
In the past, Zhao Ting might have had some confidence.
But after learning about Meng Yao’s adventures, he had none.
The era she came from before arriving here was entirely different from now, and over there, women had vast worlds.
Zhao Ting didn’t want to bind her with the identity layer of a royal decree.
"You indeed! Since you married into her family, go where you’re supposed to go, don’t hang around here." Zhao Old Madam pointed her finger at Zhao Ting, considering this son not very capable in some aspects.
Zhao Ting’s eyes lit up—yes, he married into her family, so naturally, wherever Meng Yao was, he should be.
Only by being together day and night can affection grow.
"This old woman will be angered to death by you someday." Zhao Old Madam tapped the table.
"Mother’s absolutely right, I’m not suited to be home right now," Zhao Ting said gleefully.
"Dahe, Xiaohua, don’t be as foolish as your father in the future." Zhao Old Madam said, "What’s the difference between foolishness and a stone?"
Zhao Dahe and Zhao Xiaohua tacitly chose not to speak. No matter what, he was their father, complaining inside was okay, but not aloud.
"Dahe, Xiaohua, wait for me. I’ll pack a few things." Zhao Ting said.
Soon, Zhao Ting came out with two bundles.
Sitting in a soft sedan chair, carried by people, he followed Zhao Dahe and Zhao Xiaohua home.
They left just as the imperial decree arrived from the palace.
Zhao Old Madam, along with other members of the Zhao Family, received the decree.
The Imperial Eunuch read the decree verbatim and congratulated Zhao Old Madam, who personally stuffed a purse with silver ingots into his hands and, full of smiles, escorted him out.
Yu Shi and Xie Shi didn’t react at all.
Our mother-in-law doesn’t have the surname Meng!
"Ming Cui, take the decree to your lady." Zhao Old Madam instructed.
Ming Cui gracefully saluted, "Yes, Old Madam."
"Take these rewards with you as well." Zhao Old Madam added, "Also, open my private treasury and send a box of silver ingots to the lady, let her buy some things."
Ming Cui received her orders and withdrew.
"Mother, this Meng Shi..." Yu Shi, though composed, couldn’t help but ask.
"Meng Shi? Yu Shi, I’ve always thought you were well-mannered, but now it seems you’re just !" Zhao Old Madam glanced at Yu Shi. "Wasn’t it clearly stated in the decree? Did you not understand?"