Lu Tong: "Yunling is far from Shengjing, and it seems Mr. Miao has made up his mind not to return. Perhaps we will truly never see each other again."
"What’s so difficult about that?" the corner of his mouth curled up, "If you’d like to see him, we could simply take a trip to Yunling in the future, and enjoy the sights along the way."
Upon hearing this, Lu Tong chuckled, "In the future? With the Marshal’s daily pressing official duties, I’m afraid we’d have to wait another forty or fifty years perhaps."
Pei Yunng clicked his tongue, his eyelids lightly lifted, his tone suddenly frivolous, "Are you suggesting that I’ve been too busy recently, neglecting you?"
Lu Tong expressionless: "Delusions of grandeur."
He nodded, speaking deliberately and calmly, "Fine, after all I’m not a healer, I can only have delusions of grandeur, nothing else."
Though his words were earnest, his tone was utterly suggestive, as though insinuating sothing.
Lu Tong: "..."
She had no need to talk with this man.
...
At the Jiulin Riverside, before the ferry dock.
Yin Zheng and Du Changqing lifted several fully packed bundles into Miao Liangfang’s hands.
With their departure imminent, Miao Liangfang’s eyes were misty with tears, but upon seeing these heavy packages, his tears were forced back, and he stared, exclaiming, "Have you gone mad? I have dozens of Li of mountain roads to traverse when returning to Miao Family Village in Yunling, and I already suffer from poor legs. Do you wish to break the other one as well?"
"It’s just so worthless herbs." Du Changqing spoke without any warmth, "Knowing you can’t handle too much jostling, I deliberately picked the lighter ones, don’t act ungrateful after getting a bargain."
Ah Cheng stuffed an oilpaper bag into Miao Liangfang’s hand, "Uncle Miao, I snagged this smoked chicken from Official Lane early this morning, it’s still warm. Take it for the road. The food onboard is outrageously expensive and not as fresh as what we have in Shengjing."
Miao Liangfang repeatedly expressed his gratitude, patted Ah Cheng’s head, and smilingly said, "Stay with your master, read more books, learn to read and write, and care for your master in his old age."
Du Changqing’s brows twitched, "Are you cursing ? This young master will marry and have children in the future. Do I need this whelp to care for in my old age?"
Miao Liangfang squinted aningfully and said, "Oh, then when do you plan to marry? Do you have soone in mind?"
Du Changqing: "..."
Yin Zheng pretended not to see Miao Liangfang’s expression, turned her head, and her eyes lit up, "The lady has arrived!"
Everyone turned to look, and a vermilion-wheeled carriage stopped at the ferry dock. The curtain was lifted, and a lady jumped down from the carriage, not caring for those behind her, and ran towards the group. It was none other than Lu Tong.
When she stopped in front of the group, she looked at Miao Liangfang: "Mr. Miao."
"We were just waiting for you," Miao Liangfang said joyfully, "How co you’ve brought Little Lord Pei with you?"
Pei Yunng who had walked over with Lu Tong upon hearing this, raised an eyebrow: "Doesn’t sound very welcoming?"
"By no ans, Marshal. You are overthinking it." Miao Liangfang said, "You are now the son-in-law of West Street."
Pei Yunng: "..."
The title of "West Street son-in-law" was said to have originated from Widow Sun and Sister Song, because Pei Yunng’s daily visits to fetch Lu Tong were too conspicuous. Won with daughters coined him "West Street son-in-law," saying when looking for a son-in-law in the future, one should find soone handso and caring like him, who also serves inside the Palace.
Of course, this was not easy to find.
Watching Pei Yunng’s frozen face, Miao Liangfang’s smile broadened.
He had once been quite scared of this young Commander, always sensing so malicious intent hidden behind the other’s warm smile. However, since Lu Tong married Pei Yunng, this fear gradually dissipated, because Pei Yunng always compromised for Lu Tong, and the dical practice staff also felt secure behind Lu Tong’s backing.
A man with a weakness is much easier to deal with.
Thinking this, Miao Liangfang saw Lu Tong open the dical chest on her back and pull out several dical books to hand them to Miao Liangfang.
"This is..."
"Since you’re returning to Yunling, I don’t have anything of value to offer, and I fear that carrying too much money on the road would only attract thieves, which isn’t safe."
Lu Tong said, "I had asked Chief Physician Chang before and obtained a few dical books from the dical Officer Institute, which are the teachings given by the Imperial dical Bureau in the past ten years. I wonder if they might be of use to Mr. Miao, so I have brought them along."
"Xiao Lu..."
Miao Liangfang gripped the dical books in his hand, his expression sowhat moved.
Having worked as a dical Officer at the dical Officer Institute, he knew how precious those books from the Imperial dical Bureau were. Previously stored in the Institute’s library, even the Shengjing Pharmacy couldn’t obtain them. Thus, the "expert annotations" he had casually thrown into the West Street Study Room were of great value.
"Xiao Lu, thank you." Miao Liangfang gathered his robe, and gave Lu Tong a serious and respectful bow.
"Mr. Miao need not thank ." Lu Tong said, "Maybe one day in the future, dical knowledge will be shared, and Shengjing’s dical books will spread to Yunling, while Yunling’s dical prescriptions could circulate in Shengjing. By then, common dical books will no longer be ’precious’ as before, and the world will have more people who can help the sick and save those in peril."
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