Even after being apologized to, the Prince of Jin had to feign indifference and say, "That's enough."
He was secretly overjoyed.
He didn't get Yan Ling to Yan Ling through his own abilities, but through his wife.
How should I put this feeling?
Double the fun!
Seeing Yan Ling and appear at a loss, wanting to step forward but not daring to, the Prince of Jin said coldly, "Sit down."
He called for someone outside to serve tea.
The Yan Ling made it difficult for him to sit or stand still.
Tang Zhuyun's first task was to bring down Niuniu's fever. Madam Yan said that Niu Niu had already had several seizures, so the high fever had to be controlled.
"Your Highness, please go back to our courtyard and bring me my medicine box. And the acupuncture kit, it might not be in the box..."
The Prince of Jin hurriedly left, leaving Yan Ling Zidu somewhat stunned.
Why does His Highness have to do such a simple thing personally?
However, both of them were worried about their daughter, so they didn't say anything.
Seeing the Prince of Jin leave, Yan Ling Yan Ling asked, "Your Majesty, Niuniu, she..."
"It's very serious," Tang Zhuyun said. "One foot is already on the line between life and death. We'll do our best and leave the rest to fate."
"Good, good, good," Yan Ling hurriedly agreed.
If his daughter is cured, he will stop criticizing Prince of Jin.
But he couldn't bring himself to "go along with the corrupt practices."
At most, he could send gifts to the Prince of Jin as a token of gratitude.
The Prince of Jin quickly returned with the items, and Tang Zhuyun gave Niuniu acupuncture.
Prince of Jin stepped aside and saw Tang Zhuyun kneeling on the footstool. He silently pulled out a pillow and whispered, "Lift your knees a little..."
Tang Zhuyun has a strong work ethic. In her previous life, the graduate students who interned with her often cried after being scolded by her because they didn't understand her at first.
"No need, move aside, you're blocking the light!" she said irritably.
Madam Yan was stunned.
Yan Ling also looked at the Prince of Jin, thinking that if the latter got angry, he could help drag the man out.
Unexpectedly, the usually cold and aloof Prince of Jin was actually squatting on the ground with a good temper, head down, trying not to block the light.
He tucked the pillow under Tang Zhuyun's knees and whispered, "Lift it up—"
Tang Zhuyun then frowned, raised her knees, and knelt on the pillow.
Yan Ling was dumbfounded.
Who said he's afraid of his wife?
Oh, he's afraid of his wife.
But the question is, what is this, Prince of Jin?
He's a simp!
How did he manage to be a scumbag outside the home and a complete sycophant at home?
If his Niuniu grows up and finds a husband like that, he can die in peace.
Looking at his lifeless daughter, Yan Ling's heart clenched again.
Prince of Jin stood up and stepped back, then lit candles to brighten the surroundings and prevent Tang Zhuyun from straining her eyes.
Seeing that Tang Zhuyun's nose was sweating, he wiped the sweat away for her.
He seemed even busier than Tang Zhuyun.
Yan Ling: "..."
This is truly a case of "marrying a wife and forgetting one's mother"—how can he treat his wife like his own mother?
Tang Zhuyun said, "Your Highness, could you please go and see if the medicine is ready?"
She didn't find it out of place.
With Xiu'er absent, someone needs to assist her.
But not only Yan Ling, but Madam Yan was also greatly shocked and envious.
Everyone says she married well, and she herself feels she has nothing to complain about, but now she realizes what a truly caring man is.
That's enough.
Everyone has their own fate. A rough old woman like her Yan Ling a rough man like Yan Ling.
God, I don't ask for much. I'll accept any hardship I'm destined to endure.
I beg you, please leave Niuniu with me.
Even if I'm Yan Ling from having her, I still want Niuniu.
You give all the good fortune to Niuniu; and all the misfortunes and hardships to me...
Prince of Jin brought the medicine himself, and Tang Zhuyun had just finished administering acupuncture, so she asked Madam Yan to feed Niuniu the medicine.
"Your Majesty, I can't feed her." Madam Yan cried.
"Feed him mouth-to-mouth," Tang Zhuyun said. "If that doesn't work, we'll have to force-feed him."
There is a risk of choking, but the condition is critical, so we must choose the lesser of two evils.
As expected, they wouldn't eat it; children instinctively resist bitterness.
Tang Zhuyun and Madam Yan were administering the medicine together when Prince of Jin stepped forward to help.
Yan Ling by, at a loss for what to do.
He was surprised to see the Prince of Jin skillfully holding Niuniu.
Does this mean that in the Prince's residence, it was the Prince who did the tasks of breastfeeding and holding the children?
After finally getting the medicine down her throat, Tang Zhuyun washed her hands and said, "Put her down, I'll give her a few more acupuncture treatments."
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!" the maidservant cried urgently, "Your Majesty has sent someone to ask you to return to your parents' home; the eldest young lady has a fever!"
Is Sister Yuan sick too?
Tang Zhuyun, clutching the silver needles, was too busy to attend to everything, and said in a deep voice, "Let my elder brother bring Sister Yuan here for a look."
Although there are degrees of closeness in relationships, now we must prioritize according to the severity and urgency of the illness.
If I'm not mistaken, Sister Yuan has most likely caught a cold.
Dad and my older brother have truly poured so much love and care into Little Tangyuan.
Prince of Jin, however, worried that this might cause Tang Baixin to harbor resentment, and said, "I will go and help bring Sister Yuan here."
Tang Zhuyun understood his intention perfectly well and nodded.
The Yan Ling couple were deeply moved tonight.
Especially Yan Ling, who originally thought of himself as a good man who valued loyalty and righteousness.
After all, how could a man as strong as a mountain not be able to handle a woman?
He just felt that his wife had taken care of his parents until their old age during the most difficult times, and he couldn't forget his roots.
And he was always complacent about it, thinking he was a good person.
Now, however, he felt a little guilty.
He glanced at Madam Yan, but she seemed to have no interest in paying him any attention.
Madam Yan touched her daughter's forehead and was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't seem so hot anymore.
Tang Zhuyun said calmly, "It's temporary. This is just the first hurdle. She still has many more like this to overcome."
Madam Yan's eyes were filled with tears, "I entrust everything to Your Majesty, no matter what!"
Yan Ling handed his handkerchief to Madam Yan, who grabbed it and hastily wiped away her tears.
From Yan Ling's angle, you can see the white hair at her temples.
Mingming is not even thirty-five years old yet.
The girl who used to secretly roll around in haystacks with him, so pretty, bold, and passionate, so tender you could squeeze water from her, has grown old.
Looking at Tang Zhuyun, although she is already in her twenties, she looks no different from a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.
Even if it's another ten years or so, she won't age like Madam Yan.
Back in the countryside, everyone said that he had died after joining the army.
Madam Yan said, "So what if he's dead? Even if he's dead, the Yan Family isn't something you can bully."
She served her parents-in-law, raised three sons, and also farmed five or six acres of land.
In the village, she was more fierce than the men when it came to fighting for water to irrigate their fields. She would go to collect water in the middle of the night, and when she passed by a cemetery and saw will-o'-the-wisps, she would shout that it was haunted, scaring the other men away so she could hurry off to collect the water herself...
She later told him about these things as if they were funny.
Yan Ling said she was a real shrew.
But I also felt heartache and gratitude.
If she hadn't been forced into that situation, wouldn't she have preferred to stay peacefully at home?
But power ultimately inflated his ego.
Yan Ling lust, believing that with his current status, it would be shameful not to have a concubine.
Besides, he was indeed lustful.
But Madam Yan was too forceful, and he dared not, nor did he want to, be ungrateful, so he could only think about it secretly.
In his heart, he also resented Madam Yan for being a country bumpkin who didn't know how to keep up with the situation in the capital.
He felt he was a good man.
But today, he began to doubt himself.
Compared to him, Prince of Jin was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and his life in the Xiao Family was something a peasant like him could never even dream of.
But how did he treat the princess?
This man may be truly unfilial, but he's impeccable when it comes to his wife.
But what about the Consort of the Prince of Jin? Zidu for the Prince of Jin...
How could city people be like this!
Yan Ling felt his face burning.