Chapter 52: Because of Fear (1/2)

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

Intending to learn some medical skills, recently An Rushuang went out more often to visit Bian Wen. With the descendant of Bian Que living nearby, how could she give up such a great chance?

Being taught a lesson several days ago, An Lingshan was well behaved these days, staying at home to serve her mother, madam Zhang. On a warm spring day when flowers were in full bloom, An Rushuang intended to go to the Eastern Street after having lunch at her mother’s room. Nanny Liu, who could get out of the bed several days ago, was busy with housework again when Ye Chengzhi allowed her to have a walk in the yard. An Rushuang tried to persuade her to have a good rest, but Nanny Liu could not bear to stay within for a single day.

As stubborn as she was, others had got used to her character.

“Will you go out again, my lady?”

Seeing An Rushuang clad in plain clothes, Nanny Liu couldn’t help asking.

It was beyond her expectation that An Rushuang would take the chance to send her back to the room by saying, “You already had a walk yesterday; why are you standing in the cold wind now? Physician Ye asked you to stay inside in case you catch a cold. Silver, send Nanny Liu back to her room.”

An Rushuang resolved a potential crisis with her wisdom.

When arriving at Eastern Street, An Rushuang didn’t let the wagon enter the lane, but told the carter to pick her up at night before she stepped into a house with Hong Yu.

Ye Chengzhi was washing clothes at yard. With two men living together, neither of them was good at doing housework. Being too poor to employ a washing maid, Ye Chengzhi, an honorable man, unwilling to trouble his disabled master with household chores, had no choice but to do it all by himself.

Hong Yu went up, took the clothes from his hands and said, “Give it to me. Mr. Bian’s clothes have been worn out by your rough hands...”

Ye Chengzhi blushed with the clothes held in his hand. “I have got used to doing the housework. Just leave it to me.” Struggling for living with his master at the capital city, Ye Chengzhi, having taken other people’s spite for granted, couldn’t accept An Rushuang’s help as a matter of course.

Hong Yu sighed. “Don’t argue with me. It’s better to learn from the old man about acupuncture than wash clothes here!” She snatched the clothes from Ye Chengzhi’s hands before she squatted to wash them. The dirty water splashed onto Hong Yu’s peach red dress, but she didn’t have the faintest care.

In Ye Chengzhi’s mind, it was his internal organs rather than her dress that was tainted by the dirty water. He stared at Hong Yu in silence, feeling deeply touched, and left for the main suite.

An Rushuang’s crisp and clear voice resounded in the stuffy room when Ye Chengzhi entered.

“...This is your medicine for this month. I will bring another dose when I get my monthly payment.”

There were several heavy paper bags on the desk. Without opening them, Ye Chengzhi could smell the light scent of musk, the most precious herb in the dose. Miss An really had helped him a lot.

“You needn’t come in the future.”

It was Bian Wen’s voice.

Ye Chengzhi was shocked at his words, let alone An Rushuang. “Why?” They asked simultaneously.

“Why don’t you allow them to come here, master?” Ye Chengzhi, frowning at the old man, stepped into the room in big stride. He hadn’t realized that he not only protested for An Rushuang, but also for her maid washing clothes outside in the yard.

Catching a glimpse of the medicine on the desk, Bian Wen answered slowly, “I have already known the things I intended to. Since the medical fee has been paid off, there is no need for you to mind my business.”

As a wanted criminal in the Northern Kingdom, he had already got an orphan into trouble. He couldn’t implicate another innocent person in the misfortune.

Frowning a bit, An Rushuang tried her best to recall her past in the Northern Kingdom. In her previous life, An Rushuang could do nothing to protect herself, let alone inspecting Bian Wen’s medical accident in detail. She heard someone talking about this matter but she had no idea what happened afterward.

Staring at Bian Wen, An Rushuang stated in no hurry, “Since I have come for a few times, you must have known my intention. Is this your final decision?”

An Rushuang didn’t want to give up. Even if she couldn’t be the disciple of Bian Wen, An Rushuang still intended to learn some medical skills. What’s more, the fake crown prince of Northern Kingdom couldn’t be cured, but the real crown prince of Nanqi Kingdom may survive with the assistance of Bian Wen.