Many families distributed porridge and medicine, and many doctors in the city provided free medical consultations, so overall it wasn't as bad as one might imagine; however, waiting in long lines for a bowl of hot porridge on such a cold day was not a pleasant experience.
Because Tang Zhuyun was a woman, many disaster victims did not trust her medical skills. Therefore, she only occasionally saw a few disaster victims who couldn't get a turn at other doctors, and most of them were women with children who came to ask for help.
Xiu'er was indignant about this, feeling resentful that you all "look down on people" and "don't recognize Mount Tai."
Tang Zhuyun remained calm; she had done her best and had a clear conscience.
When she had nothing to do, she would help distribute porridge and do whatever she could; when she had nothing else to do, she would stare blankly at the emblem of the Prince of Prince of Jin's Residence.
Her future as a princess is truly uncertain!
Yanran suddenly ran back angrily, her face flushed with excitement, clearly very angry.
"What's wrong, young lady?" Tang Zhuyun asked first.
"Mother... I, I, I want to change the soup kitchen!" Yanran said angrily.
"Change it? Change it to what way?"
"I don't know either," Yanran said. "Brother, you tell me, I'm so angry I've lost my mind."
Tang Zhuyun was both amused and exasperated, thinking to herself, "Has this little thing been influenced by Xiu'er? How come she's so temperamental?"
It turned out that Yanran and Linlin had just gone to the disaster victims' area to distribute candy to the children, but they unexpectedly discovered that some of the victims' daughters, after receiving porridge, wouldn't let them eat it and instead took it all for their sons.
Yanran was unusually angry.
"From now on, this soup kitchen will only be for women, and they must finish eating here before leaving!" Yanran said, then looked at Tang Zhuyun, "... Is that alright?"
Tang Zhuyun said, "You are a daughter of the Prince's mansion, you have the final say."
She was pleased that Yanran, at such a young age, was able to identify the problem and work with Linlin to find a solution.
While the method isn't perfect—many families might simply stop their daughters from queuing—what in this world is truly perfect?
So from the next day onwards, the Wangfu's porridge stall became a place that only served porridge to women, with only one serving available. This also made it... more popular, and as a result, many women came to Tang Zhuyun's place seeking medical help.
Her clinic has practically become a maternal and child health clinic.
However, this is also good. Tang Zhuyun was exhausted and had a sore back after a long day, but when she thought of those children, she felt fulfilled and happy.
Two days later, she suddenly noticed that there were many more carriages, and many young and beautiful women in the surrounding soup kitchens, their jewelry reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.
--Dressed like this to provoke disaster victims?
Tang Zhuyun asked Xiu'er, "Go and find out what's going on. If any important person is coming, I'll leave immediately."
Xiu'er: "Can't you be a little more dignified! You've done so many good deeds, and when it comes time to leave your name, you run away."
"I'm afraid of trouble." Tang Zhuyun gave her a push.
She didn't want the reputation to go to the Prince's Mansion.
Nanxing, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, "Zong Heng is coming today."
Zong Heng? That name sounds familiar.
"Xiu'er, do we know him?" Tang Zhuyun turned to ask Xiu'er, only to see a look of utter confusion on her face.
It seems they really do know each other, but it's been so long that she says she can't remember.
"The Crown Princess's own brother," Xiu'er said, "You've forgotten, you took me to the gate of the Zong Residence to confront him, and he even set vicious dogs on us."
Holy crap, it was him!
Tang Zhuyun remembered.
Zong Heng, the eldest grandson of the Grand Secretary Zong, is also the rising star of the third generation of the Zong Family and the head of the Four Young Masters of the Capital.
Everyone says he has a gentle and refined temperament, but Tang Zhuyun knows that he's a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Wherever he went, countless bees and butterflies flocked to him.
Tsk tsk tsk, which of these noble ladies hasn't mocked my past self for being a lovesick fool?
Looking at them now, aren't they all even more obsessed than their predecessors?
Thinking this, Tang Zhuyun looked around and pointed to the soup kitchen not far away, saying, "Is that the Zong Family's soup kitchen?"
Draw a straight line following the gazes of the noble ladies; the intersection point will be there. This shows how important it is to master geometry!
Nanxing nodded. "Yes."
Tang Zhuyun: "Give the order that none of our people should go that way."
The Crown Princess's younger brother is a staunch supporter of the Crown Prince's Crown Prince's Faction and a mortal enemy of Prince of Jin. He might very well come looking for trouble.
Tang Zhuyun was on high alert.
However, after waiting and waiting until it got dark and time to finish work, not a single ghost appeared.
Seeing the noble ladies shivering and sniffling from the cold, Tang Zhuyun wanted to burst out laughing. On the way back, she joked with Xiu'er, "Do you think we should come and sell medicine for colds tomorrow?"
Yanran exclaimed excitedly, "We can also sell ginger soup!"
Tang Zhuyun hugged her and laughed until her stomach hurt.
As the saying goes, "One is influenced by one's company," and now this is her own daughter.
Linlin was riding her horse outside when she suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats. Tang Zhuyun lifted the curtain and looked out, only to find that the guards from the manor had arrived and were whispering something to Linlin, their eyes still fixed on the carriage. When their eyes met, the young guard lowered his head in embarrassment.
What are you doing, acting so suspiciously?
I have a feeling that Prince of Jin, that scoundrel, is up to something.
Sure enough, Linlin, unable to hide her excitement, spurred her horse forward and said, "Aunt, the Prince has some business to attend to and wants me to go back first."
Tang Zhuyun waved her hand. "Go ahead."
Oh no, this son has been given to someone else to raise.
But it doesn't matter, didn't she also kidnap a daughter?
"What's going on?" Xiu'er muttered, "Song Jingyang, Song Jingyang!"
"Hey, they're here!" Song Jingyang urged his horse to ride alongside the carriage.
"What does Your Highness want to do?" Xiu'er asked crisply.
"Hehe, well," Song Jingyang said, "You'll find out when we get back."
Xiu'er glared at him fiercely. "Then what are you for!"
"No, no!" Song Jingyang said, "The prince has prepared a gift for Linlin and wants him to see it in advance to make him happy."
Xiu'er: "A dog's belly can't hold two ounces of sesame oil."
Song Jingyang: "... Yes, I am a dog!"
We can't exactly let her insult the prince, so what can we do? She's our woman, we have to accept it.
Tang Zhuyun almost died laughing.
I originally thought that Song Jingyang, being such a fool, would remain a bachelor forever, but I never expected that when it comes to pursuing a wife, he's not a bronze-level player, but a king.
The Prince of Jin is truly naive; what good things could he possibly want to give to his son?
Besides, why wouldn't you give it to Yanran?
Gender discrimination!
Yanran, however, was only focused on fiddling with Tang Zhuyun's veiled hat and said, "Mother, I want a veiled hat too."
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
"Your clothes are beautiful too, Xiu'er Xiuer, could you make me one as well? And shoes, I want to wear the same as my mother's."
Xiu'er: "Okay, okay, I'll make them all for you."
She was very polite to Tang Zhuyun, her "stepdaughter," not wanting to put Tang Zhuyun in a difficult position.
Tang Zhuyun: What gift has the Prince of Jin prepared?