And so.
Shuo Feng, who had gone after Xie Ciyan, found an excuse to leave once Xie Ciyan was comfortably seated in a tavern, waiting for his food and wine.
He made inquiries around the Capital and found a physician with experience treating ailments of the brain.
Apparently, this physician had even examined Sixth Miss Jiang's head.
Without hesitation, Shuo Feng spent a tael of gold and arranged a time for him to examine the Young Marquis.
That evening.
In splendid spirits, Jiang Yourning visited Jiang Heng and Little Wukong, who still had not been released from the ancestral hall, and brought them some food before leisurely preparing to head back.
She took a stroll along a seldom-used path in the rear courtyard.
At one point.
Jiang Yourning took a few steps forward, then backed up and abruptly turned toward the faint light in a nearby pavilion. Lightening her footsteps, she crept toward it little by little.
Inside the pavilion.
Jiang Li was bent over the stone table, apparently fiddling with something very carefully.
Perhaps because he was so absorbed, he never noticed anyone approaching.
Seizing her chance, Jiang Yourning slipped behind him and snatched the object from his hands.
"Let me see what lovely thing you're making, Third Brother, hiding out here in the dead of night~"
"Stop fooling around. Give it back."
Jiang Li frowned.
Jiang Yourning had practically grown tired of that face of his, seemingly born incapable of smiling, so its power to intimidate her had naturally plummeted.
"No!" Jiang Yourning chuckled and hid the lump of wood behind her back. "Third Brother, this carving is supposed to be a woman, isn't it? Have you found someone you fancy?"
With every sentence Jiang Yourning spoke, Jiang Li's expression grew a little more shifty.
He had deliberately