After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband
Chapter 69: Habit

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Habit

As soon as Princess Nanzhang fainted, the room descended into chaos.

A maid was about to rush to fetch the Imperial Physician, but Mrs. Zhao stopped her, "Don’t go yet!"

The young maid halted her steps and looked back at Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao had a headache.

The Commandery Princess fainted from anger. If they called for the Imperial Physician, everyone would be curious about what happened. The ladies of the residence were not easy to deal with and loved to dig into matters; they might end up disgraced if the incident got out.

Prince NanAn and his group wouldn’t spread this matter for their own benefit.

Three thousand taels were definitely lost, and without the money, they couldn’t afford to lose face as well.

Mrs. Zhao pinched Princess Nanzhang’s philtrum.

She pinched it hard a few times.

Only then did Princess Nanzhang wake up.

Mrs. Zhao brewed another bowl of calming herbal medicine and fed it to Princess Nanzhang.

Fearing that Princess Nanzhang might faint again, no one dared to mention the incident.

Agarwood Pavilion, the backyard.

Su Jin was administering acupuncture to Xie Jingchen.

It was early in the hour, and after soaking in the medicinal bath, they would rest for half an hour, just in time for dinner.

After inserting the last silver needle, Su Jin clapped her hands and said, "Soak well in the medicinal bath, I’ll go make some ointment for your bruises."

"No need," Xie Jingchen replied.

"The Eldest Young Master has already applied ointment," the Hidden Guard said.

"Your ointment is just average; you can throw it away," Su Jin said.

"..."

"This ointment is a gift from the Emperor to the Duke, and the Duke didn’t bear to use it, giving it to the Eldest Young Master," the Hidden Guard explained awkwardly.

This was tribute medicine, after all.

You couldn’t find better in the entire Capital City, yet it was so disdainfully rejected by the Eldest Young Madam.

The Hidden Guard had nothing to say.

But what left both the Hidden Guard and Xie Jingchen speechless was what followed—

Xingxing said, "Miss, the Emperor treats us well. His ointment is average; we should make more and send some to the Emperor."

Hidden Guard, "..."

Xie Jingchen, "..."

"Alright, come help me," Su Jin laughed.

She stepped down the stairs.

Xingxing casually threw four or five pieces of wood into the stove and quickly caught up.

The Hidden Guard just watched them enter the bamboo house.

He informed the Eldest Young Madam that the ointment was a gift from the Emperor to retract her comment about it being average, to avoid disrespecting the Emperor, not to have them send ointment to the Emperor.

Why did the Eldest Young Madam and the maid always think differently than they did?

He was almost at a loss as to what he could or couldn’t say.

Lost in thought, he heard Xie Jingchen say in a muffled voice, "Go remove a few pieces of wood."

The Hidden Guard quickly stepped down.

Just then Xingxing ran over, snatched the tongs from the Hidden Guard’s hand, quickly removed the firewood, and blushing, said, "I’m sorry, my lord, I forgot for a moment that I wasn’t cooking. Please don’t be mad at me."

This was a habit Xingxing developed on Qingyun Mountain.

She liked to help add firewood, and the cooks on Qingyun Mountain liked ordering her around, often making her wash vegetables.

Whenever someone called her, she’d habitually throw a few pieces of wood into the stove, afraid the fire would burn out if she returned late.

When Su Jin called her just now, she didn’t think much and added firewood.

After apologizing, seeing no response, she called again, "My lord?"

The Hidden Guard said, "The Eldest Young Master won’t be mad at you. Hurry and help the Eldest Young Madam."

If the Eldest Young Master had to get mad at them, he would’ve coughed up blood several times over by now.

Spending a month with the Eldest Young Madam and the maid, he managed to stay calm; in the future, no one in the world could ever make the Eldest Young Master angry again.

Xingxing hesitantly returned to the bamboo house.

Su Jin had her grind medicinal herbs. Very soon Xingxing forgot all about it.

Su Jin was decocting medicine.

Holding a stone pestle, Xingxing approached Su Jin and asked, "Miss, is this much enough?"

Su Jin checked the thickness and replied, "Grind some more so we can send some to father and big brother."

Xingxing nodded repeatedly.

She sat back down and continued grinding.

After decocting the medicine, Su Jin poured it into a bowl.

Behind her, Xingxing opened a drawer and said, "Miss, we’re out of pollen."

"Out? How could it be out? There was half a drawer left," Su Jin replied.

"The entire half drawer is ground up now."

"..."

Su Jin glanced at the ground pollen, her knees feeling weak.

Told her to grind more, and she ground it all...

"Why so much ground?" Su Jin held her forehead.

"To send to the Marquis and others," Xingxing said.

You don’t need that much to send them.

"How much do you plan to send?" Su Jin asked.

"A barrel," Xingxing replied.

"..."

"Send how much?" Su Jin thought she misheard.

"A barrel."

Xingxing articulated clearly and even gestured as she was afraid Su Jin wouldn’t understand, "This big a barrel."

"Are you serious?" Su Jin swallowed.

"Yes, I’m serious. The Marquis always buys medicine by the barrel, and people send medicine to the Marquis by the barrel too."

"The brothers on Qingyun Mountain use the same medicine as the Marquis and the Eldest Young Master. Anything good, the Marquis prioritizes for them. If you only send a little, they won’t use it at all."

"..."

No wonder people were willing to follow her father; her father was genuinely sincere in dealing with people.

Seeing Su Jin remain silent, Xingxing called, "Miss?"

Su Jin laughed, "Then send a barrel."

But if they were to send a barrel, more than just this herb would be needed.

Su Jin wrote out the prescription and planned to have the Hidden Guard purchase the ingredients after Xie Jingchen’s medicinal bath.

With no funds in the bamboo house, Xingxing went into the inner room to fetch them.

Xingxing returned holding a brocade box and said, "Miss, Mrs. Wang and Hongxiu have been waiting a while for you. You didn’t dismiss them, so they didn’t dare leave."

Su Jin held her forehead.

Were they really so timid?

But to be honest, she had completely forgotten about Mrs. Wang and Hongxiu.

The task at hand wouldn’t be finished in a short time, and the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion didn’t lack her bit of ointment. Prioritizing the opening of a shop was more important.

Su Jin set aside her work and strode out of the bamboo house.

First, she helped Mrs. Wang and Hongxiu with a facial application, then went back to the backyard to remove Xie Jingchen’s silver needles before returning to teach the young maids how to massage shoulders.

The reason Mrs. Wang waited so long was that it was indeed worth the wait.

After just two days of facial applications, her face, which had been like old tree bark, became much smoother. After taking the pills, she slept soundly at night and even got up a quarter of an hour late in the morning. If not for the maid calling her, she’d probably have slept till daylight.

The Eldest Young Madam’s shoulder massage technique was unique; after a tiring day, a few kneads and all her bones felt loosened.

If she left and angered the Eldest Young Madam, missing out on this good opportunity for someone else, she would truly regret it.

Besides, the Old Madam knew she was at the Agarwood Pavilion and wouldn’t say anything about her staying for an extra half hour at night.

Mrs. Wang had a look of enjoyment.

Hongxiu was seriously learning on the side.

The maids were even more focused, not wanting to miss a single point because Su Jin had said she would personally check their progress in a few days, with rewards for good learning and punishments for those not up to par.

Leaving the small courtyard, Su Jin massaged her sore neck.

A maid carried dishes into the house, the aroma was enticing, causing one’s stomach to grumble with hunger.

Inside, Xie Jingchen was reading by the window.

Su Jin washed her hands before returning. She sat down directly, and upon seeing the braised chicken on the table, her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She took out her chopsticks and poked at it.

Xingxing counted, "One, two, three, four...."