The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 109(24)
Yun’er, since you want to play, Nan Jun will stay with you for a few more days to see what you want to do.
Nan Jun got up early as usual to practice sword in the back garden, and then hid in the study to avoid visitors. Qiao Yun also appeared in the back garden early every day.
Nan Jun pretended not to know Qiao Yun’s identity, but Qiao Yun had no idea that he had been seen through, and he always disappeared in front of Nan Jun on time.
“Haha… little thing, it turns out you were playing hard to get with me.”
Nan Jun retracted the sword in her hand, raised the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were full of doting.
If Qiao Yun knew that his little trick had been seen through by that person, he would have been so embarrassed that he would have found a hole to crawl into.
It’s just that Qiao Yun likes to play, and Nan Jun is willing to pamper him.
Before Nan Jun had finished her breakfast, the imperial edict from the palace arrived.
The emperor only said that she had not seen her little girl for a long time and wanted her to enter the palace to accompany her, which seemed sincere.
Nan Jun packed up her things, got on the carriage and headed straight for the palace.
Lian Qing, who had been looking for the opportunity, finally got it!
Qiao Yun, if you don’t let me live a good life, then you won’t be able to live a good life either.
“Master Lian, the master has gone to the palace.”
The young servant hurried into the yard and whispered in Lian Qing’s ear.
“Are you sure?”
Lian Qing asked excitedly with his eyes wide open.
“Yes, I saw it clearly. The aunt in the palace personally took the master away.”
Lian Qing showed joy on his face, and he casually took out a silver ingot from his purse and stuffed it into the hand of the young servant.
“Hongliu, if Sister Jun marries me in the future, I will not wrong you.”
Lian Qing grabbed the hand of the servant in front of him and expressed his gratitude with a sincere look on his face.
“Mr. Lian, you are too kind. You are my master’s savior. It is my honor to be able to do something for you.”
Hongliu tightly grasped the silver ingot, and spoke words to please Lian Qing as if his mouth was smeared with honey.
Hong Liu was originally a third-class slave in the mansion. It was luck that he was assigned to serve the Eighth Princess’s savior. If the Eighth Princess married Master Lian in the future, and he became Master Lian’s personal servant, he would be a first-class servant in the mansion. With such a good future waiting for him, who would not be tempted?
“Go to the kitchen and tell them that I want crispy chicken for lunch and ask them to prepare it in advance.”
“Yes.”
Hongliu turned and left, and Lian Qing sat at the table and started drinking tea.
This chrysanthemum tea was a new tribute this year. The emperor doted on the Eighth Princess and specially ordered people to send more to the Eighth Princess’s mansion.
Nan Jun ordered the housekeeper to divide the chrysanthemum tea into two parts and send them to the prince and her savior respectively. Lian Qing drank the chrysanthemum tea every day to show the Eighth Princess’s love for him.
The servants in the mansion thought that Wang Jun was an unpopular person, so they all set their sights on Lian Qing, thinking that the young master of the Lian family was more important in their master’s eyes than Wang Jun.
As a result, there was something new and fresh in the mansion, and without Nan Jun saying anything, the servants first sent it to Lianqing’s yard.
Chrysanthemum tea can reduce internal heat, and when paired with sesame dumplings that exude a strong and refreshing fragrance, Lian Qing felt full and fat.
Lian Qing, who was burping, looked at the crispy chicken sent from the kitchen and couldn’t help frowning. But when he thought of Nan Jun practicing swords with Qiao Yun in the back garden every day, Lian Qing regained his courage.
Lian Qing ate up the whole crispy chicken. The servant who came to clean the table couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, thinking that Master Lian had a much better appetite today.
The sun outside the house slowly set, and Nan Jun, who had been feeling depressed for the entire day, was released from the palace by the emperor.
Before Nan Jun could jump on the carriage back home, the guards in the mansion hurried over.
“Master, it’s bad, the young master has been poisoned!”
The guard said breathlessly that the housekeeper ordered her to wait for the master at the palace gate. Fortunately, the master came out as soon as she arrived, otherwise she really wouldn’t know what to do.
“Poisoned? How could he be poisoned out of nowhere?”
Nan Jun pursed her lips tightly, obviously a little unconvinced.
Isn’t Lian Qing a skilled doctor? How could he not be able to tell what is poisonous and what is not? How could he still be poisoned?
Nan Jun didn’t think that any of the servants in the Eighth Princess’s Mansion had the ability and courage to poison her savior.
“I don’t know. The housekeeper just ordered me to come and inform the master as soon as possible.”
“How is Wang Jun?”
“Wang Jun is doing well.”
The guard didn’t understand why her master suddenly asked about Wang Jun, but she answered honestly anyway.
“Return to the mansion quickly.”
Nan Jun turned around and got on the carriage, closing her eyes and thinking carefully about the possible reasons why Lian Qing was poisoned, but she had no clue at all.
Before the carriage came to a complete stop, the housekeeper came hurriedly to meet them.
The housekeeper with a guilty face watched Nan Jun jump off the carriage, and couldn’t help sobbing: “Master, this old slave is sorry for you, even the young master’s matter… this old slave is guilty!”
Nan Jun pulled up the housekeeper who was about to kneel, and walked inside without looking back, asking as she walked: “Is there something wrong? Have you called the imperial physician? Have you found out the cause?”
“Mr. Lian has fainted, and the imperial physician is still inside. It is inconvenient for this old servant to go in, so I was waiting for you at the door…”
The housekeeper blamed herself very much. The Eighth Princess asked her to serve Master Lian well, but she actually took care of him like this. That man was her master’s savior!
“How is Wang Jun?”
Nan Jun was worried about Qiao Yun, so she asked the housekeeper again.
The housekeeper was startled and did not follow Nan Jun’s train of thought, but she still replied: “Wang Jun is fine. He has been staying in the yard and has not come out. I dare not disturb him.”
The Eighth Prince was not favored to begin with, and the master had never even seen his room. If something happened to Young Master Lian, how could she dare to tell Wang Jun?
Nan Jun pursed her lips and went straight to Lian Qing’s yard, exuding a cold air all over her body.
She hated to see these dirty things in the backyard the most. Now there was only one master and one guest in the backyard of the Eighth Princess’s Mansion, and these things happened every day, which was really annoying.
Thinking of how Lian Qing had sent her away on the wedding day on some pretext, Nan Jun’s pace suddenly slowed down.
Since she brought Lian Qing back to the palace, although she did not have much contact with him, she understood his personality to some extent.
How could someone so easily harm such a scheming and skilled medical man?
Why did he do this? Did he feel that the Eighth Princess’s Mansion was no longer suitable for him to live in?
“This old minister pays his respects to the Eighth Princess. May you live a thousand years.”
The imperial physician who was sitting at the table prescribing medicine for Lian Qing saw the person coming and hurriedly put down her pen, stood up and stepped forward to greet her.
“No need to be polite, how is he?”
Nan Jun glanced at Lian Qing who was lying there with a pale face, then turned to look at the imperial physician and asked.
“In reply to the Eighth Princess, Master Lian appears to be poisoned.”
“Poisoned?”
“That’s right. Vomiting, diarrhea, fever and coma are all caused by poisoning.”
I thought Lian Qing was trying to attract my attention again, but I didn’t expect that he was really poisoned.
But, this poison… who would have placed it?