Chapter 571: Chapter 571, Disdain (4 more)
Xie Zhinuan had always been a woman of action, but these days she had been inactive, showing no signs, because she still hadn’t found her footing.
But now, having used medicine pills and Spiritual Spring Water to treat Chu Yunping, she suddenly felt some insights.
She went to find a book on acupuncture.
It was titled “Thirteen Needles of the Medical Tradition.”
Xie Zhinuan didn’t know how powerful this medical book really was, but she still took it out of her space, got up, lit an oil lamp, and began to transcribe it slowly.
It was that book on acupuncture, which she couldn’t copy well, nor could she easily show it to others for them to look at and sketch.
She could only explore it on her own, slowly.
By the time she had transcribed half of the treatment methods for internal disorders, Xie Zhinuan realized that the night was deep. She tidied up, washed herself in her space, drank a large bowl of Spiritual Spring Water, and then went to sleep peacefully.
At this very moment,
In the capital.
The Marquis’s mansion.
The Marchioness was startled by a man who crept in quietly, and without thinking, she picked up a sword and stabbed at him.
It was quick and fierce.
The Marquis yelled out in fright, “It’s me, it’s me!”
The Marchioness froze.
Extremely angry, she huffed and ordered someone to light the lanterns in the room.
The Marquis stood to one side, rubbing his nose with some embarrassment.
“What are you doing here so late at night?” the Marchioness asked angrily, her heart full of annoyance.
Seeing no love in the eyes of the Marquis, only annoyance and reminders of the past.
“…” The Marquis paused before saying, “I just had a dream, and I wanted to knock on the door, but, but…”
Knocking would have been of no use; no one would open the door for him. It had been many years since the Marchioness had allowed him to spend the night in the main courtyard.
He really wanted to come over and have a good talk with her.
“What dream?” the Marchioness asked indifferently, sitting to one side.
She had some hot water brought over and took a sip, her complexion becoming a bit more pleasant.
“I dreamed of our Nuannuan. She was crying in the dream, saying she wanted to come home!”
The Marchioness’s complexion darkened.
“You say, our Nuannuan has come back, haven’t you?” the Marquis continued.
The Marquis did feel some fondness for Liang Shuyue, after all, he had wanted to use her to please the Marchioness. But after a few attempts, his wife did not show him any favor.
She just looked at him with cold indifference.
“Marquis, I have always had a doubt,” the Marchioness said, her voice sinking, “What exactly happened to my Nuannuan that year? Was it simply that she went missing, or was she taken away by someone?” Speaking, she continued, “Let me tell you this, I am now investigating the events of that year. If it turns out to be related to the Old Lady, what do you plan to do?”
The Marquis suddenly stood up, “No, impossible!”
But it wasn’t entirely impossible.
His mother had never liked his wife, thinking she was too strong-willed, and because of a cousin from his family, she believed even more firmly that it was his wife who had taken away the rightful position of Marquise that belonged to the cousin.
One year, he and the cousin woke up in the same bed, seen by his wife, and his mother, ignoring everything, insisted on making the cousin his principal wife. His wife strongly opposed it, and in the end, the cousin didn’t even become a noble consort, but a mere concubine.
He knew, this was a thorn in their side.
Until Nuannuan was born, he became completely useless; even for producing children, the lady of the house did not care to look at him again, feeling repulsed, until they drifted further and further apart.
He also forgot, the love at the beginning, the initial affection, the first throbbing of his heart. During those years of turmoil, he had hoped she would show jealousy, would make a scene, but she did not care, until he suddenly realized that he and the person he loved had drifted increasingly apart.
They could never return to the past.
They could never return to those days.