The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity-Chapter 593 - 560: A Brick to the Head (Part 2)

In the following days, Tang Yong stayed at Zilan Courtyard.

Knowing he would have nightmares, Xu Jia had Mo Xiang light calming incense for him each night.

After several days, although he still couldn’t speak, his spirits were visibly much improved.

Every day when Tang Yuan returned from the Lower Court, he focused on worrying about his and Jiang Qingyu’s marriage plans, leaving no time to care about matters at Zilan Courtyard.

Xu Jia also enjoyed the tranquility, and when the government office took a holiday, she took Tang Yong to Song Mansion.

This time Tang Yuan didn’t come, so she was directly taken to the inner courtyard to see Wen Wan.

As winter set in and the days grew cold, Wen Wan, Song Jiao, and Yun Cailong sat around a fire pit, making a quilted jacket for the little baby Qi Bao.

Actually, when he was just a month old, many families brought gifts, so Qi Bao didn’t lack clothes to wear.

But being a mother often comes with the mentality that the child always lacks clothes or food, and especially with clothing worn close to the skin, Wen Wan won’t be assured unless she inspects them with her own hands. Therefore, all the clothes gifted by other families were stored away, and the ones Qi Bao wore were made by Wen Wan with her niece and maidservants, stitch by stitch.

In addition to the fire pit, the room had floor heating.

When Xu Jia lifted the curtain to enter, a wave of heat hit her, causing her to stop for a few breaths to adjust, and then she navigated around the screen, smiling to greet Wen Wan, "Busy?"

Wen Wan had already heard from the servants that Second Granny Tang had arrived, and upon hearing her voice, she looked back at Xu Jia, a bit surprised to see the little figure behind her, "Can the little one speak yet?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Jia showed a troubled expression, "Not yet. I brought him today to ask if you know a physician skilled in this area. We’ve invited several doctors, but they either remain helpless or need to ponder over it. I suspect by the time they figure it out, it’ll be too late."

Yun Cai and Linglong stood up to greet the guests and then invited the two to sit down, offering them tea.

Xu Jia was too anxious to drink, holding the teacup and looking longingly at Wen Wan.

Wen Wan shifted her gaze from Tang Yong to Xu Jia, "What did the doctors say?"

Xu Jia answered truthfully, "He was poisoned. However, I’ve bribed all the doctors to keep it a secret, so few people at the house know."

As soon as Xu Jia finished, everyone in the room was taken aback, their gaze unanimously turning to Tang Yong.

Wen Wan was also shocked, "This child is only three or four years old, right? Who could be so cruel to poison him?"

Not wanting to bring up the child’s sore subjects, Xu Jia smoothed over the situation, "The exact truth is yet to be uncovered. What’s paramount now is to treat him as soon as possible."

Wen Wan showed hesitation, "Back then, Doctor Li treated me, but that was for a case of burning my throat due to high fever when I was young. Your little one is poisoned; unless someone proficient in toxicology can formulate an antidote, how can regular doctors effectively treat this?

Proficient in toxicology.

As Wen Wan mentioned, Xu Jia indeed thought of someone.

Yun Shisan.

This man is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Yun Family, specializing in using poisons and the formulation of various antidotes.

Yun Shisan is affiliated with Yun Liu, and to invite him, it must be through Yun Liu.

Thinking of Yun Liu, Xu Jia couldn’t help but recall the awkwardness from six months ago, even though that was before she was reborn, it remained vivid no matter how much time passed.

At last year’s banquet for Qi Bao’s full month, she barely dared to speak up, and now, having to seek him out actively, Xu Jia suddenly felt somewhat at a loss.

Before she could dwell on it, Wen Wan said, "Yun Liu had come to the capital this time, it seems he brought an Inner Sect Disciple skilled in toxicology, Little Sister Jia, why don’t you go and ask him if they can help cure the poison afflicting your little one?"

"Ah?" Xu Jia unconsciously voiced.

Wen Wan: "Hmm?"

Xu Jia embarrassedly lowered her head, "No...what I mean is, could Madame please go on my behalf?"

Wen Wan didn’t quite understand, "Are you not feeling well?"

"Ah, a bit." Xu Jia replied sheepishly, her heart beating faster than usual.

"It’s doable." Wen Wan said, "However, your little one doesn’t speak, and I am not familiar with him. If I take him there, I might be asked questions, and I wouldn’t be able to answer them."

Xu Jia sighed deeply; it seemed she could only brace herself to go, "Then perhaps I should go myself."

Wen Wan nodded, "Our mansion has a household doctor prepared for Qi Bao; if you’re not feeling well, I’ll let someone invite the doctor to check on you first."

"Thank you, Madame, but that’s not necessary." Xu Jia said, "It’s Yongyong’s voice that’s urgent; I’ll take him to see Yun Liu first."

"Very well." Wen Wan instructed Linglong, "Take Second Granny Tang to the front yard to find Yun Liu."

"This way, Second Granny," Linglong said respectfully.

Xu Jia stood up, took the thickly dressed Tang Yong, and several people followed the corridor out of the Hanging Flower Gate to the front courtyard.

In this dynasty, the military examination, like the imperial examination, is held every three years, only the timing is slightly different. The disciples brought by Yun Huai had already gone to the Ministry of War for the exam, leaving him alone waiting at the Song Mansion.

At the moment, he was playing chess with Song Wei in the tea pavilion.

A young servant came in and said, "Master, Second Granny of the Tang Family requests to see Master Yun."

Song Wei paused slightly as he placed the chess piece, looking at the person opposite him.

There was no change on Yun Huai’s elegantly jade-like face, and he instructed the young servant, "Please bring them in."

With guests arriving, it would naturally be inappropriate to continue playing chess. Song Wei put the black pieces back into the chess jar and raised his hand to pour more tea for the two of them.

Not long after, Xu Jia appeared with Tang Yong.

Seeing Song Wei also there, most of the tension in Xu Jia’s heart dissipated, and she bowed to the two.

Before Yun Huai could speak, she spoke first, "I heard from Mrs. Song that Yun Liu brought an Inner Sect Disciple skilled in poison techniques to the capital this time. I am here today to request something."

Yun Huai nodded, "Feel free to say it."

Xu Jia didn’t dare look at him, gently pulling Tang Yong to her side, "This little nephew of mine was poisoned and lost his voice. We’ve consulted many doctors, all saying they’re helpless. I’m really at my wit’s end, so..."

Yun Huai immediately understood her meaning, "Yun Shisan accompanied several disciples to the Ministry of War and will probably return later. Can you wait, madam? If not, please come tomorrow, and I will have him stay at the Song Mansion."

Xu Jia inadvertently looked up and saw the youngest Yun Family Head beside the chess table sitting upright, with a gentle and elegant demeanor. The snowy white cloud-patterned brocade he wore was as meticulous as his upright posture, and the cinnabar at the center of his eyebrows was clear and striking, seemingly a unique mark of restraint. His lightly colored eyes were half-lidded, never resting on her for a moment.

Indeed, Yun Liulang was as the rumors said, not easy to approach.

However, this aloof young family head had received a brick from her six months ago.

Although it was a mistake on her part, thinking about it now was still quite embarrassing.

Xu Jia withdrew her gaze, "Then I... will wait."

Since she had come, she couldn’t leave empty-handed.

After speaking, Xu Jia remembered something else and focused on Song Wei, "I’ve heard Mr. Song collects talented people for the Imperial Family, and among them is a Master of Demolition. Besides deinking, can he also remove the parts that have been charred?"

"I have not heard Master Chu mention it," Song Wei said, "Why, does Second Granny have something to restore?"

"It’s a very important item." Tang Yong brought out a piece of charred paper from a sea of fire and later secretly handed it to her.

Tang Yong couldn’t speak and could hardly read any words, so he had no way to tell Xu Jia what it was.

Xu Jia had to rely on guessing that the content on the paper might be related to Tang Yong’s biological father, Tang Xiao.

At this moment, Yun Huai spoke, "Their deinking technique involves secret formulas and skills. Using the deinking method to remove the charred parts might not be feasible."

"Then what should be done?" Xu Jia blurted out instinctively.

This fragment was the last clue to prove a bold conjecture of hers. Once broken, not only would she fail to uncover the truth, she might even find it difficult to extricate herself from the Tang Family.

"Madam, might I take a look at what you wish to restore?"

Xu Jia took out the piece of charred paper, palm-sized. This type of paper had a special material that was heat resistant, so it turned black without turning to ash.

However, what was written on it was no longer visible.

Yun Huai got up and walked over, and Xu Jia’s hand trembled slightly, causing the paper to fall to the ground.

She hurriedly squatted to pick it up, but in her view appeared the cold white robe hem of the young family head. Then, a well-proportioned hand helped her pick up the piece of paper.

As a martial artist, his hands were undoubtedly slender and athletic, strong yet nimble.

Xu Jia couldn’t help but recall her impression of this person from her past life, yet the most shocking and unforgettable moment seemed to always be that brick from the night.

She lightened her breathing, trying not to embarrass herself in his presence again.

Yun Huai stared at that half piece of paper for a long time, his low mellow voice entering her ears, "Deinking won’t work, but I do know a small technique from the Jianghu. If madam trusts me, I will boldly give it a try on your behalf."

Xu Jia raised her head to meet his gaze, suppressing her inner turmoil, and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Yun Liulang."