Chapter 326: 177 Scamming Dad (First Update)
“Liu Yisheng?
This na sounded sowhat familiar.
But Gu Jiao couldn’t recall where she had heard it for the mont.
Gu Jiao ordered soone to prepare his dicine, but did not accept his money.
Carrying the dicine, Liu Yisheng stumbled away.
He had barely taken two steps when suddenly he turned around: “Maybe you shouldn’t have treated after all.”
Many tis he had been deceived. Each ti he harbored hope, but each ti only t disappointnts.
But this ti, he knew the dicine she gave him was authentic.
Countless tis he had wished that the dicine given by others was genuine, but this ti alone, he wished it to be a hoax.
Liu Yisheng left.
When Gu Jiao returned to the dical hall, except for Dr. Song and Shopkeeper Wang, who looked puzzled, the other local Capital City staff all kept their heads down, not daring to utter a word.
“Little Gu! I’m back!”
The second owner entered the dical hall, cheer and excitent in his eyes, “Being wealthy indeed feels different, it even makes my words more powerful! Eh? What’s wrong with you all? Why are you all so pale, did sothing happen?”
Shopkeeper Wang explained with a perplexed look: “A patient nad Liu Yisheng ca earlier, people ca to perturb him and wouldn’t let Miss Gu treat him.”
The second boss turned pale: “Did… did Little Gu treat him?”
Shopkeeper Wang said: “She did, and she even took care of those so-called troublemakers.”
The second boss pinched his philtrum, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted!
When the second boss woke up, he was already lying in his room upstairs. He hurried downstairs to find Gu Jiao.
The dicine boy had gone for lunch, and Gu Jiao was preparing dicine for a patient.
The second owner seized her wrist: “Xiaosong, can you co over and prepare the dicine for this patient.”
“Sure!” Dr. Song put down the herbs drying in the backyard and went into the Grand Hall to prepare dicine for the others.
The second owner pulled Gu Jiao into the backyard.
He treated Gu Jiao as his own younger sister, free from any ulterior motives.
He asked Gu Jiao: “Tell what the Liu Yisheng you t today looks like?”
“Handso,” said Gu Jiao.
The second boss knew Little Gu’s taste and given that she had seen the incomparable beauty of Xiao Liulang and the handso Gu Yan, it must indeed be the ‘Liu Yisheng’ from the rumors that she would describe as handso.
The second boss felt like he was losing hope: “It’s over, it’s all over…”
Gu Jiao enquired: “What’s Liu Yisheng’s background? Why can’t his illness be cured?”
“He belongs to the deposed crown prince’s household!” The second owner explained Capital City’s political state to her with a pained expression, “The current Emperor was not originally the crown prince. The offspring of Imperial Consort Liu was. Later, Empress Dowager Zhuang defeated the Liu family, deposed the crown prince, and elevated the son of Imperial Consort Jing to the throne.”
Gu Jiao listened carefully.
Continuing, the second boss said: “The Liu household resisted and plotted to harm the present Emperor, not only resorting to techniques of hexing the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, but also secretly making a dragon robe for the deposed Crown Prince. When the conspiracy was revealed, the Liu family was decimated, so executed and so exiled. The Crown prince and his consort were placed under house arrest, and they died within a few years.”
“The evidence was irrefutable, and nobody at court dared to speak up for the Liu family. This Liu Yisheng is the only legitimate son of the Liu family. Now, do you understand why the physicians in the Capital City don’t dare to treat him?”
Gu Jiao made a sound of realization. No wonder the previous prescriptions he got were all fake.
The second owner cast a sidelong glance at little Gu: “Don’t you have sothing to say?”
Perhaps she should begin repenting for having saved such a universally detested disaster star.
After thinking, Gu Jiao sincerely said: “Oh, put less salt in tomorrow’s als. It’s too salty.”
The second owner: “…”
After organizing the dical herbs, Gu Jiao went to her small courtyard for a sip of water.
As she lifted the tea bowl, she had a sudden flash of inspiration.
“I rember where I have heard this na before.”
In a dream.
The dream where she, scare and weak, returned to the mansion.
She had been staying there for ten years in isolation. In the last year before her death, they experienced a heavy snowstorm and a group of passengers sought temporary shelter in their manor.
At the ti, a man in his thirties, dressed in brocade clothing, asked her for a bowl of hot tea.
His deanor was noble and commanding, every move and gesture reflected the sharpness of a prominent figure.
His words of thanks were sincere: “My na is Liu Yisheng, thank you for the tea, Miss.”
When she took back the teacup she accidentally brushed against his fingertips.
It was cold, like bone.
An hour later, the blizzard stopped and he left along with his bodyguards.
Just before he got into his carriage, she vaguely heard that soone called him… Minister Liu.”
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