Transmigration into a Book: My Lord, Your Wife Has Taken Another Concubine for You

After Wenju changed her address, she noticed that her master was staring at her, and she stomped her foot in annoyance:

"Master, it really won't work. After using that medicine, it will take at least half a year to recover before you can barely look like a normal person."

During that period, one cannot tolerate extreme temperatures, which is extremely harmful to the body. It takes at least two years to fully recover from the depletion of one's health.

This is too much suffering! It really won't do.

After weighing the pros and cons, Lin Yanran decided that even if the princess treated the original owner of this body very well, she was willing to take the gamble just so that she could have many more years of life with a powerful backer.

"How are the symptoms?"

Seeing that her mistress was starting to ask about the symptoms, Wenju became even more agitated. "My mistress, I've said so much, why haven't you given up yet?"

Lin Yanran knew that Wenju was worried about her health, so Lin Yanran explained earnestly, "I have a reason why I have to use it, so please tell me about your symptoms!"

Seeing how serious her master was, Wenju finally gave in, "These symptoms are similar to those of a cold, with fever that won't subside without antidote."

Taking medicine to treat a cold will bring some relief, but it won't completely subside.

This antidote must be taken within seven days, otherwise it will cause permanent damage.

Moreover, to better mask the pulse, it's best to first confirm a cold before using this medicine; that would be the safest course of action.

Wenju, fearing she might delay her master's important matter, explained in great detail.

Lin Yanran was afraid the princess would suspect something, so she needed to find out the truth before making a decision. She couldn't bury her head in the sand. "Does the princess know about this medicine?"

Wenju first shook her head, then added, "This is a new poison that I've only researched in the last two years. Besides me, you, my master, are the first to know about it."

"Then how do you know the results?"

"I tested it myself, and then I used silver to have Wenzhu and Wenlan try it too, and there were no problems."

Wenju was so confident because the three of them had fallen ill in turn, and their master, being kind, had invited imperial physicians to examine them, but none of them could diagnose the illness.

After learning all the information, Lin Yanran decided to take the gamble:

"Then it's decided. You should start preparing the poison and antidote. Prepare several portions of the antidote, just in case anything goes wrong. I'll let you know when I need it."

"Yes, ma'am!" Wenju replied, then bowed and went to prepare.

Wenju was planning in her mind that she should not only prepare more antidotes, but also more medicines to nourish her body.

Lin Yanran made her decision, but she didn't act rashly. She wanted to wait for an opportunity, a rainy day or a rainy night.

Lin Yanran caught a cold; surely she couldn't have caught a cold out of nowhere!

After Lin Yanran made her decision, she would look up at the sky whenever she had free time, hoping for rain.

Fortunately, heaven rewards those who persevere. On the fourth day after Lin Yanran made up her mind, amidst her anxious anticipation, spring rain began to fall from the sky, and the rain was quite heavy.

Lin Yanran gave Wenju a wink, and then immediately ordered people to move all her usual painting supplies to the porch outside the house, because she wanted to paint this spring rain.

Seeing that their mistress was so interested, the others serving Lin Yanran naturally rushed to make arrangements.

As for the skill of drawing, it is a skill that both Lin Yanran and the original owner of the body possess.

Before Lin Yanran transmigrated, she also studied traditional painting. After arriving here, she slightly integrated the original owner's memories of painting, and then she knew how to paint.

Lin Yanran chose a good angle in the courtyard and began to paint, painting one picture after another. When she got into the mood, she even pretended to be hot and took off her cloak.

Lin Yanran insisted on standing in the corridor for two hours in the wind before, at the urging of the servants around her, she pretended to be reluctant to leave and went inside to wash up.

After Lin Yanran lay down in the warm bed, she waited until the person on night duty fell asleep before gently kicking off the blanket, pretending that she was too hot.

Lin Yanran remained frozen for a long time before finally letting herself fall asleep when the person on night duty came to check on her.

When Lin Yanran woke up the next day, she started sneezing incessantly.

Lin Yanran's attendants, of course, dared not neglect the matter and quickly took the invitation from the Marquis's residence to the palace to summon the imperial physician.

The imperial physician came to examine the patient and diagnosed it as a mild cold. He prescribed some medicine and left.

After the imperial physician left, Lin Yanran gestured with her eyes to ask Ju.

Wenju could only personally brew a cup of tea for Lin Yanran and bring it in, saying, "Madam, please have some tea to warm yourself up."

Lin Yanran took the cup and drank it down in one gulp, then asked Wenju to bring her another cup.

That evening, Lin Yanran developed a fever, which became serious, and the Marquis of Wenxuan's residence summoned the imperial physician again.

This time, the imperial physician examined the patient very carefully and ultimately diagnosed it as a cold caused by wind and cold, prescribing antipyretics according to the treatment methods for colds and colds.

Lin Yanran obediently drank it, but her fever did not subside.

It was originally just a cold, but unexpectedly, Lin Yanran had a recurring fever that had lasted for five days without completely subsiding.

The eldest princess and her husband, Lin, have been visiting the Marquis's residence for two consecutive days.

On the fifth day, the eldest princess discussed with Lin, the consort, that since she went to the spring hunt every year, and her daughter was sick at this time this year, they should not go this year!

Lin, the imperial son-in-law, agreed. In this era, a common cold could be fatal, and his daughter's illness had come on so suddenly that he really didn't want to go.

When the princess saw that her husband also agreed, she quickly went to the palace to tell the emperor.

The Emperor could understand his sister's feelings very well, since all his previous children had died along the way.

Now, if any of his children coughs in front of him, he will summon an imperial physician to examine them.

Who isn't afraid of their children dying before them? Even those who possess power are no exception.

After the eldest princess entered the palace and announced that she and her husband would not be going on the spring hunt this year, the emperor immediately released the list of those who could go.

In fact, most of the noble ministers of Cangming had a certain idea of ​​whether or not they could go; only a very small minority were completely unsure.

Even if the eldest princess doesn't go, Lin Fengyu and his wife still have to go; it's impossible for no one from the eldest princess's residence to go.

Lin Yanran took the antidote on the seventh day, and her condition was gradually brought under control.

Although Lin Yanran's cold had been brought under control, she was still taking medicine even after the Emperor's hunting party had all left Cangming.

During this period, the eldest princess and her husband, Lin, traveled by carriage to visit Lin Yanran at the Marquis's residence every day.

At first, Lin Fuma was full of worries, but once Lin Yanran's condition began to improve, his words became venomous.

That day, the eldest princess and the imperial son-in-law Lin had just seen the emperor and his entourage off from Cangming City when they turned around and arrived at Lin Yanran's mansion.

When the eldest princess and Prince Consort Lin arrived, they saw Lin Yanran sitting by the window painting again.

Lin, the Imperial Son-in-Law, strode over and personally collected the items. "You're still not well, what are you making a fuss about? Do you think your mother and I have lived too long?"