Chapter 13 Silver Needle

And so, Ming Wuyi settled into the Su residence.

After Madame Su took her medicine twice, by the evening, when the maidservant fed her a bowl of porridge, everyone in the Su family dared to believe that the prescription was indeed effective, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The Su family's heritage of poetry and etiquette was different from the Marquis of Dingbei's residence. It was secluded everywhere, with pavilions, towers, exquisite craftsmanship, and winding corridors, resembling a painting.

The garden, with its picturesque scenery at every step, seemed like it could be depicted from any angle. On the white jade bridge, Ming Wuyi watched the lingering sunlight of the setting sun and the weary birds returning to their nests.

The breeze on the bridge lifted her robes, her black hair fluttering elegantly. The soft rosy light fell on her, creating a unique serenity and beauty.

Su Yang stood in the distance, and when Hui'er spotted him looking, she gently pulled Ming Wuyi's cloud sleeve, saying, "Miss, the third young master is over there."

Ming Wuyi turned around and saw Su Yang approaching. He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, exuding a fresh and extraordinary appearance. As he came closer, he held out a brocade box and handed it to Ming Wuyi, saying, "This is for my cousin."

Ming Wuyi blinked her eyes in surprise. A gift for her? This was the first gift she received since arriving here, and Ming Wuyi was deeply moved. She reached out and accepted it, joyfully saying, "Thank you, third cousin."

But when she opened the box, her eyes widened. She had expected to find some small trinkets that a girl might like, but instead, she found a pair of silver needles.

She held them in her hand, looking at Su Yang with a puzzled expression. He said, "Use these needles to diagnose Grandmother. I saw it."

Ming Wuyi felt a bit uneasy.

His gaze was a bit too discerning, but the silver needles were exactly what she needed. She had been thinking about buying a pair in town in a few days, never expecting to receive them as a gift right when she needed them the most.

Ming Wuyi thanked him once more. Su Yang looked at her and asked, "Cousin, all these years, have you been pretending to be sick because you don't want to marry the Fourth Prince?"

Ming Wuyi awkwardly smiled, unsure of how to respond. She wasn't pretending to be sick, and marrying the Fourth Prince was an imperial decree, not something she could avoid just by not wanting to do it.

She couldn't explain this matter. Just because she could diagnose illnesses, it didn't mean it was simple knowledge learned from medical books. Learning medicine was not something that happened overnight. It was understandable for Su Yang to make such a guess, and unable to come up with a way to lie, Ming Wuyi said, "Seeing through without revealing."

A faint smile appeared on Su Yang's lips, and he reached out and tapped Ming Wuyi's forehead, saying, "Did my uncle and aunt know you were so mischievous? All these years, I've been deceived by you."

His words sounded strange, as if deceiving him was the most normal thing, considering she had also deceived her parents.

She looked up, and saw a hint of awkwardness on Su Yang's face. She felt the hand that had tapped her forehead was a little warm and said, "It's all right. I'll leave first."

He walked away, his steps seemingly a bit flustered. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, seeming hesitant to turn back, then quickly walked away. The matter of his uncle would be discussed another day.

Ming Wuyi withdrew her gaze and looked towards the artificial hill. Hui'er saw this and craned her neck to look around, not seeing anything unusual, and asked, "Miss, what are you looking at?"

Ming Wuyi shook her head and said, "Nothing."

But why did she always feel like someone was watching her from behind? Was it just her imagination?

In the residence of the Prince of Zhennan, in the Sandalwood Pavilion.

The eldest son of the Prince of Zhennan, Chu Mochen, sat in a wheelchair, his blind eyes covered with a silk cloth soaked in medicine. It did not affect his handsome demeanor in the least.

Zhao Lie entered, and the other guard, Zhao Feng, asked, "Is it true that Miss Su saved Madame Su?"

Zhao Lie nodded, "Indeed, it was Miss Su. She seems to have been hiding her medical skills. Young Master Su gave her a set of silver needles, and she was very happy."

Silver needles were not valuable items, yet Miss Su was so delighted, indicating that she had been wanting them but didn't have them, despite having such high medical skills. It was truly lamentable.

"Half of the world's hidden books are in the Su family, so it's not surprising that there are medical books as well," Chu Mochen said calmly.

Zhao Feng remarked, "Unless absolutely necessary, Miss Su doesn't even save her own grandmother, and she saved the young master under the cliff, hoping that the young master would take her out from the cliff. Now, letting her come and treat the young master, it might not be that easy."

It was indeed quite difficult for a young lady from a noble family to treat someone's illness.

But, for the young master's sake, she had to be saved.