After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 898 - 893: Chilblains

In order to make the persuasion to have the Emperor give up hunting seem more casual, Su Jin specifically made pastries and brought a food box into the palace.

Of course, this was something Eunuch Fu repeatedly warned him about; he was afraid the Emperor would find out it was him who complained to the Princess and would retaliate.

Now that the Emperor was angry over Marquis Dongxiang’s persuasion to give up hunting, Su Jin’s spontaneous pastry delivery turned into a special offering.

The Emperor thought of Marquis Dongxiang far away at the border fighting battles, while he sat in the palace enjoying his daughter’s pastries, and his anger immediately dissipated.

Especially since Su Jin’s pastries have improved significantly.

Su Jin spent a quarter of an hour with the Emperor, checked on Princess Jiuling’s leg, and then left the palace.

The Emperor dismissed the idea of hunting, but some ministers, unaware, catered to the Emperor’s preferences by bringing up hunting during the morning court.

This directly hit the Emperor’s sore spot.

Didn’t he want to hunt?

Now with tense battles at the border, soldiers bravely fighting and spilling blood, would his hunting as an Emperor not dampen the soldiers’ spirits?!

The Emperor unleashed a fierce scolding, directly leaving the ministers who suggested hunting dumbfounded.

The Emperor’s awareness seemed surprisingly high?

However, the Emperor’s awareness was far above their expectations.

In a fit of rage, the Emperor demoted those two ministers to oversee the hunting grounds.

The two ministers, "...."

All civil and military officials, "...."

The Emperor directly used this extreme method to abolish the idea of hunting.

No minister dared bring up hunting again.

This is a story from another time, let it be for now.

Now about Su Jin, after leaving the palace in a carriage, she didn’t immediately return home but strolled around the street.

Winter has arrived, colder by the day.

If she doesn’t go shopping now, once it gets colder and the wind blows howlingly, going out to shop will be impossible.

She wandered the streets for over half an hour, bought a pile of useful and useless items, and then returned to the mansion.

All the way back to Agarwood Pavilion, Su Jin headed directly to the backyard.

Just stepping into the backyard and walking a few steps, she smelled the aroma of roast fish.

Xingxing sniffed the air and said, "Who’s roasting fish?"

Before she finished speaking, Young Master Shen’s voice came through, "Who added the salt? It’s unevenly salty."

After speaking, accompanied by two "puh puh" sounds.

"It’s the Young Master and the others," Xingxing said happily.

Footsteps approached from behind.

Su Jin turned back and saw Bi Zhu coming over with a platter of fish.

Walking forward a dozen steps, she saw Young Master Su with the other four around a fire roasting fish under the distant sun.

The Ninth Prince saw Su Jin excitedly, saying, "Imperial Sister is back."

Young Master Su turned his head to glance at Su Jin, and continued roasting fish unhappily.

Su Jin raised her eyebrows and said, "Is he angry with me?"

She hasn’t done anything, has she?

Young Master Su didn’t speak.

Su Jin looked at the Ninth Prince, who said, "We came to the Prince Mansion looking for Imperial Sister, were told she went to the palace, and chased to the palace only to be told by the gatekeeper she left the palace. We returned to the Prince Mansion, have been waiting for Imperial Sister for over half an hour."

Young Master Su isn’t known for his patience.

The wait was truly boring, and they dared not leave.

Afraid they would leave only for Su Jin to return after they left.

They could only bear waiting, fortunately found the stone mortar set up by Xingxing in the backyard and remembered roasting fish, so they asked Bi Zhu to get fish for them to roast and eat.

Young Master Su looked at Su Jin and said, "Sister, did the Emperor get an upset stomach eating your pastries?"

Su Jin, "...."

Su Jin held her head.

Xingxing said, "Didn’t get an upset stomach, the Emperor likes eating them very much."

Saying this, Xingxing whispered softly, "Though they’re not very tasty."

Young Master Su immediately cheered, "See? You don’t know your father, but I know my sister."

Xingxing’s heart skipped a beat, wishing to cover Young Master Su’s mouth.

Afraid the lady would hear her saying the pastries weren’t nice, wouldn’t handle the disappointment and stop making them.

Then the Emperor wouldn’t get to eat her pastries, and in anger, might chop off her head.

Young Master Su’s displeasure was partly because Su Jin sent pastries to the Emperor.

The dishes Su Jin made were avoided by everyone in Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.

But Bi Zhu said Su Jin already made pastries for the Emperor several times.

The Ninth Prince said, given the Emperor’s accustomed taste to Imperial Banquet, if the pastries weren’t tasty, his father wouldn’t eat them.

Young Master Su thought there was some sense in what he said, then got angry.

Su Jin cooked pastries that tasted bad, tricked him into eating them, and he had gotten a stomachache.

Now that the pastries tasted good, she didn’t think of him, sent many to the Emperor, felt sad, then coupled with long waiting, got more angry.

Now knowing the pastries weren’t tasty, Young Master Su’s gloom was dispelled, brightly cheerful again.

But Xingxing spoke softly, so Su Jin didn’t hear. She was curious about how the four of them came to Prince Zhenbei Mansion and chased after her.

"Did you have urgent business with me?" asked Su Jin.

Urgent business, there definitely wasn’t.

Those four little scamps, how urgent could it be?

Just small matters, pretending importance, wearing down Mrs. Tang to let them out to play.

But play wasn’t very enjoyable.

Young Master Su pondered whether to pretend he didn’t see his sister, come again tomorrow?

Young Master Su looked at Young Master Zhao’s hand and said, "His hand has sores, feels itchy, came to find sister for treatment."

Young Master Zhao stretched out his hand.

Su Jin could tell at a glance it was chillblains.

Su Jin looked at Young Master Zhao’s hand and asked, "When did the chillblains start?"

"Just a few days ago," said Young Master Zhao.

Young Master Zhao, although he met Su Jin on the street, as a Young Master of Zhao Family, doesn’t go out much.

If in the Zhao Family, once it turns cold, surely not allowed on the streets, stays indoors.

Now living in Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, following Young Master Su, no difference between cold and hot days outside.

Once it got cold, the chillblains formed.

Initially thought to have gotten from trampling the Meihua Pole, yet fingers grew itchy with bumps, Mrs. Zhao pitied him, wanted to take him home, but Young Master Zhao was unwilling.

Lived in his own house for years, living in Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, has company to play, even if he accompanies for punishments; the only downside being not seeing parents and brother, but his mother visits him, and he returns to the mansion to pay respects.

Mrs. Zhao said to come back after treating the sores on hand, Young Master Su said, "Sister adheres to excellent medical skill, let her treat."

Young Master Zhao nodded repeatedly, Mrs. Zhao could only comply with her son.

Xingxing looked at the chillblain, sympathetically said, "If untreated, it’ll grow every year."

Young Master Zhao looked frightened, about to cry.

He didn’t want sores on his hand every year, itchy.

Thinking of itchiness, Young Master Zhao couldn’t help but want to scratch.

Su Jin tapped Xingxing’s forehead, "Don’t scare him."

Xingxing, "...."

She didn’t frighten Young Master Zhao.

She spoke the truth. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

On Qingyun Mountain, every winter many hands developed sores, especially the kitchen maidens, Madam sought many doctors annually, treated every year, still emerged annually.

Luckily, no matter how severe, it didn’t threaten lives.