The clingy concubine ran away, and the sickly prince lost control.

"Your Highness, I would like to move into Nanshan Garden ahead of schedule to wait for the divine physician."

Luo Qingyan replied earnestly when she saw Pei Shiyuan arrive.

"You just had your fortune told, don't take it seriously. Mother has already sent many people over there."

Pei Shiyuan said calmly, "I don't know where Luo Qingyan learned divination from, but she actually took it seriously."

"Madam, I want to go, just to pray for the young master." Luo Qingyan's eyes were firm and her attitude was devout. She couldn't say that she had met Jing Bufan.

"Alright, Qingyan, you've put the young master's needs first, so we'll arrange for you to move in," the old lady said.

Finding the miracle doctor is Yuan'er's only hope; we cannot afford to lose it. The more people involved, the more protection we have.

"Does the young master want to come along?" Luo Qingyan asked, feeling that Pei Shiyuan was quite bored staying in the Duke's mansion all the time, and wanted to change his mood by going somewhere else.

"I'm not going." Pei Shiyuan said expressionlessly, turning his wheelchair around and leaving again.

Luo Qingyan casually mentioned a place, and the entire Duke's mansion went to Nanshan for a great deal of trouble. It was unnecessary. She knew her own body well, and even a divine doctor couldn't save her.

"The young master is ill and in a bad mood, let him be," the old lady said.

"It's the old lady." Luo Qingyan curtsied and went out.

I saw Yuan Qing running over from afar:

"Aunt Luo, someone is looking for you at Kangning Pavilion. It's Shen Nan..."

"Yuan Qing, whose guard are you?"

A cold voice sounded behind Yuan Qing. Yuan Qing froze, then quickly turned around and smiled, "That Shen Nanxun said he was looking for Aunt Luo."

Pei Shiyuan choked. Was Yuan Qing speaking to him so forcefully now? He was his subordinate; shouldn't Yuan Qing report everything to him first, no matter how small?

"Yuanqing, go and do other things. Didn't Aunt Luo say she wanted to change the driver of the carriage? There are plenty of grooms in the manor. Go and call one to take your place." Pei Shiyuan's eyes flashed with anger.

Sir, you're angry. He didn't tell him beforehand, but it's a small matter, not a big deal. Why are you so angry? Your face is all red with anger.

"Yes." Yuan Qing quickly went to call the coachman. He had already decided to call Old Zhang, the coachman with the worst driving skills, so that the master would remember his kindness.

Old Zhang's driving skills are indeed not very good; he braked suddenly three times along the way.

Luo Qingyan bumped into Pei Shiyuan's chest for the first time; she did it on purpose.

The same thing happened the second time.

Then, she simply grabbed Pei Shiyuan's arm and said, "Your Highness, I'm afraid of falling. This is better."

Pei Shiyuan was speechless. Who did Yuan Qing find? He wondered if all the grooms in the manor had to relearn how to drive. He then gave Luo Qingyan a cold glance. Was this done on purpose?

Luo Qingyan shook her head with an innocent look in her eyes, and then tightened her grip on Pei Shiyuan's sleeve.

She wouldn't give up on having an heir, nor would she give up on cultivating her relationship with Pei Shiyuan. Apart from being sick, such a handsome husband was hard to find even with a lantern.

Never give up.

The miracle doctor is coming soon. She is confident that Pei Shiyuan's illness can be cured.

The carriage braked suddenly again and stopped in front of the Kangning Pavilion.

Shen Nanxun was already waiting at the door. He was a scholar in white robes, his hair ribbon fluttering in the wind. He was elegant and refined, truly worthy of being the future third-ranked scholar.

"Aunt Luo," Shen Nanxun bowed in greeting.

"Young Master Shen, you're too kind. Please go upstairs and discuss your business," Pei Shiyuan's voice rang out from behind.

Shen Nanxun nodded.

Luo Qingyan and Shen Nanxun walked up the stairs.

Pei Shiyuan was pushed up the slide by Yuan Qing.

Luo Qingyan felt a cold gaze directed at her. She pursed her lips to suppress her smile, and Pei Shiyuan's jealousy flared up again.

Or she could move closer to Shen Nanxun and make you furious.

Upon reaching the second floor, Shen Nanxun immediately took out a sachet: "Aunt Luo, is this sachet yours?"

Luo Qingyan took the sachet, glanced at it from both sides, and confirmed, "It's mine. Where did Young Master Shen find it? I lost a sachet before, but I don't know where I lost it."

You can tell just by looking at your own stitches.

Shen Nanxun's pupils suddenly dilated, and he hurriedly asked, "Two years ago, did you save someone by the river? When I woke up, this sachet was right next to me."

He woke up by the river that day and saw an old man besides the sachet. The old man told him that a girl named Luo had saved him.

He inquired his way to the Luo residence, where Luo Haitang said that she had saved him.

It doesn't seem so now.

"Yes! I dragged him ashore, checked his pulse and found nothing wrong, then I left."

She hadn't eaten meat for months and was skin and bones. She thought of going to the river in the outskirts of Beijing to catch fish to give herself a treat. Just as she caught a fish, she saw a black thing faintly visible on the surface of the water. When she got closer, she saw a person. She was startled at first, but after calming down for a moment, she mustered up her courage and tried to drag the person ashore. It took a lot of effort to pull the person ashore.

The person's hair was disheveled and covered their face, making it impossible to see their face clearly.

"The person you saved is me!" Shen Nanxun was even more certain, pointing excitedly at himself. When Luo Qingyan took his pulse, he was already conscious and could feel it.

It was Luo Qingyan who saved him, that's right.

"Ah, that was you! Your hair was covering your face, so I didn't see you clearly," Luo Qingyan said happily. "But you said Luo Haitang was your savior, right?"

"That day I found the Luo residence and confirmed that her surname was Luo. I thought she was the Miss Luo the old man had mentioned. I thanked her for saving my life and offered her a thousand taels as a reward. She accepted it, saying that saving me was just a small favor."

Shen Nanxun sighed.

Luo Haitang took credit for Luo Qingyan's work.

"Was that old man with a snow-white goatee and a branch cane? He often saw me fishing and catching shrimp, and over time, he learned that my surname was Luo. Sister, you've gone too far. I apologize to you on her behalf." Luo Qingyan smiled. Luo Haitang probably saw Shen Nanxun's generosity and had the idea of ​​claiming the life-saving benefactor's money. Later, when she found out that Shen Nanxun was from the prestigious Shen family in Jiangnan, she wanted to marry him even more.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, just a small token of my appreciation."

He had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on when he arrived, worried that he might have mistaken his savior for someone else, so he prepared some silver notes. Since getting to know Luo Haitang, he had found that she was not a kind-hearted person, unlike someone who would save people in times of danger. On the contrary, she was very calculating.

For example, she would claim to be his savior everywhere, forcing him to meet her and offering herself in return.

Shen Nanxun placed the five thousand taels of silver notes in front of Luo Qingyan with both hands.

"Young Master Shen, you're too kind. I don't want the money; you can take it back. I just pulled you up here anyway, no need to thank me. Also, I accidentally stepped on your hair; does your scalp hurt a little when you wake up?"

Luo Qingyan chuckled.

The shore was slippery, and she slipped several times, unable to get up. Finally, she gritted her teeth, used all her strength, and pulled hard, finally managing to drag the person ashore. She didn't notice that she stepped on and knocked out a clump of hair.

"Aunt Luo is joking. You saved my life, what's a little hair loss?"

Before Luo Qingyan arrived, Shen Nanxun chatted with Granny Liu for a while and learned that Luo Qingyan had suffered a lot in the past and was eventually forced to go to the Duke's mansion to be the heir's concubine.

He blamed himself for not asking more questions at the time, especially when he asked Luo Haitang if the sachet was hers, she didn't even look at it and said it wasn't hers, he should have been suspicious then.

Ugh!

If he hasn't mistaken someone else for someone else, he has the ability to help Luo Qingyan, so why would he want to be someone else's widow to carry on their lineage?

"Little sister, what's making you so happy?"

Luo Haitang, clutching a handkerchief, swayed as she walked over.