Chapter 4: Stop Spouting Nonsense

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“Young Master Muqing, Miss Jiang can heal your leg.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Muqing’s eyes flickered with surprise, quickly followed by a sense of absurdity.

“Uncle Hu, you really are getting old. How can you believe whatever others say? Look at her—does she even look like someone who knows medicine?”

Jiang Muqing’s gaze lingered briefly on Jiang Muyu. “And look at the ridiculous clothes she’s wearing...”

Though his voice was low, Jiang Muyu heard every word clearly.

“You brat, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Not only am I wearing this today, I plan to wear it every day!”

“Then don’t wander around in front of me! Uncle Hu, see them out!”

“Guests? This is my house. If anyone’s leaving, it’s you! Actually, no, you can’t leave just yet...”

“You! Even if I end up crippled, you have no right to insult me!”

Hu Feng: “...”

Please stop arguing already...

“What are you all doing?”

At that moment, a voice came from the staircase.

The one who had been yelling on the bed just moments ago immediately lay still, as obedient as could be.

Jiang Muyu raised an eyebrow and turned to look.

“Miss Yang! What brings you here?” Hu Feng asked in surprise.

Yang Ruoling ascended the stairs with measured steps, exuding the air of a gentle and virtuous lady. “I came to see Muqing. Has he been feeling any better these past two days?”

Hu Feng shook his head. “Still the same... But Young Master Muqing will surely be happy to see Miss Yang.”

“After all, Muqing ended up like this because he tried to save me. It’s only right that I come visit him. If seeing me makes him happy, I’ll feel a little better too.”

Yang Ruoling approached and finally noticed Jiang Muyu leaning against the door.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. “And who might this be...?”

“This is Jiang...”

Before Hu Feng could finish, Jiang Muyu interrupted.

“I am Jiang Muyu, a distant cousin of Jiang Muyu.”

Yang Ruoling smiled and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Yang Ruoling.”

Jiang Muyu shook her hand warmly and said excitedly, “Hello, hello! You’re really beautiful. Could I get your contact information?”

“Ah?” Yang Ruoling was momentarily confused, not quite understanding what was meant.

Suddenly, Jiang Muqing’s angry roar echoed from the room: “Uncle Hu! Get her out of here!”

Jiang Muyu clicked her tongue and pointed towards the room. “Look at his temper... Beautiful sister, I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

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With that, she pulled Hu Feng downstairs.

“Uncle Hu, what’s the relationship between Yang Ruoling and our Muqing?” Jiang Muyu’s face gleamed with gossip.

Hu Feng shook his head. “Muqing used to like Miss Yang, but after the accident, he felt unworthy of her and broke off the engagement...”

He glanced upstairs. If Young Master Muqing hadn’t had that accident, they might have already had children by now.

Jiang Muyu: “...”

That brat really can’t hold on to the happiness he has.

Well, why bother worrying about it? He’ll regret it later, and watching him chase after his wife will be quite entertaining.

But the noise upstairs didn’t die down for long before Yang Ruoling came down, her eyes red-rimmed.

“Uncle Hu, cousin, I’m leaving now. I’ll come back to see Muqing in a few days.”

Seeing her like this, Jiang Muyu knew that brat must have said something hurtful.

She grabbed Yang Ruoling’s arm and comforted her, “Don’t come by this month. Give Muqing some space to cool off or he’ll never learn to cherish what he has.”

The girl shook her head, still defending him. “No, it’s because the injury on his leg hasn’t healed that his temper is like this. He wasn’t always like this...”

Jiang Muyu fell silent for a moment, then took out a yellow talisman and handed it to her.

“Keep this with you at all times, don’t take it off even when bathing or sleeping. If anything happens, contact me immediately.”

“Huh?”

Yang Ruoling held the talisman, bewildered.

Jiang Muyu pressed her hand gently. “Just keep it safe. Now go.”

Watching her leave, Jiang Muyu sighed deeply. That brat is really lucky to have found such a wife.

“Miss Jiang, what’s that?” Hu Feng asked.

He had seen Jiang Muyu gather all sorts of items from the hall yesterday and knew she wasn’t ordinary. Could she really do such things?

“It’s nothing. Want one? I’ll draw one for you later.”

Jiang Muyu clapped her hands and headed upstairs.

Her casual tone made Hu Feng doubt she was joking.

When Jiang Muyu entered Jiang Muqing’s bedroom with her tools, he sat on the bed with a sullen expression, like a wronged little husband. Hu Feng and the only maid were tidying the room.

“Don’t leave anything in this room anymore. Let’s see what else he can smash.”

Seeing Jiang Muyu enter, Jiang Muqing grew irritated again.

“Why are you still here? I don’t have any cousins. If you’re here to freeload, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

“Heh, as if there’s anything good to eat here. You’d better get up and start earning money to support me, or prepare to be beaten to death.”

Jiang Muyu said this and yanked back his blanket.

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“What are you doing? Uncle Hu! Don’t touch me! Get away! Ah! It hurts!”

Hu Feng shivered involuntarily when he saw the silver needle piercing Jiang Muqing’s thigh, silently stepping back.

Such a long needle, just stuck right in?

No, wait!

Hu Feng hurried forward and asked, “Young Master Muqing, do you feel anything in your leg?”

“What? It hurts so much... ah...”

Jiang Muqing’s vision darkened from the pain, barely hearing Hu Feng’s words. The ache in his leg constantly tormented his nerves...

After another needle was inserted, Jiang Muqing fell still.

Hu Feng quickly asked, “Miss Jiang, what’s happening?”

Jiang Muyu casually inserted a few more needles and said, “He passed out from the pain. It’s nothing.”

“...”

Is this what ‘nothing’ looks like?

Where on earth did this Miss Jiang come from?

Jiang Muyu carefully adjusted the depth of the needles, timing each one, then removed them in order.

“Uncle Hu, go boil some water... just warm water for soaking his feet, not too hot.”

Almost forgot, technology has changed life—no need to light a fire anymore.

“All right, I’m on it!”

Hu Feng nodded quickly and went to fill the tub.

A moment later, Hu Feng returned carrying the water, carefully placing Jiang Muqing’s feet in it.

“Miss Jiang, when will Young Master Muqing wake up?”

Jiang Muyu looked up from her phone and estimated, “Soon. If you want him to wake up right now, just press the philtrum.”

Hu Feng: “... Then maybe wait a bit.”

“Miss Jiang, can Young Master Muqing’s leg really be healed? How long will it take?”

“Yes, it can. If we do acupuncture once a day, it should take about two months.”

Jiang Muyu was confident in her skills. With early acupuncture and later physical therapy, recovery would come quickly.

Hu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. As long as Young Master Muqing’s leg gets better, a bit of hardship is nothing...”

“What hardship? Honestly, if he didn’t scold me, it wouldn’t have to hurt this much.”