People in the Qin Dynasty sought good fortune and avoided misfortune.

Chapter 92, The Young Widow (Seeking first subscription!)
"No, no. As a subject of the State of Han, even if I am not capable enough, I will do my best to share the burden for Your Majesty. I will volunteer tomorrow."

"However, I will need the imperial physician to take extra care of things and get things settled as soon as possible. I will definitely thank you very much afterward, so please take good care of me."

Liu Yi looked at Xu Qing with a big smile. All his worries were gone, and he was ready to reclaim his rightful position as Right Sima.

"It's nature, it's nature."

Xu Qing looked at Liu Yi, who had fallen into the trap, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

I just hope that when the day comes that you have nothing left, you will still have this smile.

Liu Yi exchanged a few more polite words with Xu Qing, repeatedly assuring him that he would thank Xu Qing again and again after becoming the Right Sima, and even went so far as to swear a blood oath with Xu Qing.

"By the way, Commander Zuo, what happened to Doctor Feng next door? Why is a white banner hanging up?" Xu Qing changed the subject and asked.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yi showed a touch of emotion and began to explain to Xu Qing.
"Well, nothing else. It's said that a few days ago, Doctor Feng's only son went out, and his carriage fell into the river halfway there, where he drowned. Doctor Feng and his wife were heartbroken when they found out, and they died on the spot."

"Now the once grand Feng family has no heir, and even the person who presided over the funeral was a concubine."

"This...this..." Xu Qing didn't know what to say for a moment, only feeling that Doctor Feng was too unlucky.

"Such is fate, what can one do? Who would have thought that the once illustrious Feng family would fall to the point where even a concubine has to step in?" Liu Yi sighed.

“Yes,” Xu Qing echoed.

He owes his success to Dr. Feng, so he should at least pay his respects and offer incense to acknowledge the debt of gratitude.

"I came in a hurry today and didn't bring any gifts for the Imperial Physician. Please accept this small token of my gratitude. Once things are settled, I will certainly give you a more generous gift in return."

As Liu Yi spoke, he took out a property deed.

Xu Qing looked at the property deed; it was for a house in the East Ward, several times larger than his own courtyard, and its value was probably over a thousand gold pieces—it was undeniably substantial.

Clearly, Liu Yi has embezzled a lot of military supplies and pay during his years as Left Sima. But that's normal, since there are hardly any good people who follow Ji Wuye.

"How could I possibly accept such a generous gift?" Xu Qing declined.

"Oh, it's just a small thank-you gift, please accept it."

Liu Yi handed the property deed to Xu Qing. The information Xu Qing had given him today made the property deed entirely worthwhile.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."

Xu Qing accepted the deed without hesitation, thinking to himself that Liu Yi was truly an honest and kind man. He had pushed Liu Yi to the edge of a cliff, and yet Liu Yi still thanked him.

"Thank you so much, Imperial Physician, for this. I am truly grateful," Liu Yi said repeatedly.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Xu Qing saw Liu Yi out of the house.

Watching Liu Yi's carriage leave, Xu Qing also withdrew his gaze, the smile on his face disappearing, replaced by a mocking expression.

Xu Qing glanced at the white banners of the Feng family mansion and shook his head slightly before returning home.

I finally fell asleep after practicing the techniques of "Ten Thousand Rivers Autumn Water" and "Heart Like Still Water".

The next day, Xu Qing continued the same routine as always, and did not leave the Imperial Hospital until noon.

After leaving the Han Palace, Xu Qing went to the Feng residence to pay his respects to Doctor Feng. Upon arriving at the Feng residence, he found many carriages already gathered outside, clearly people who had been on good terms with Doctor Feng and had come to pay their respects. These people greeted Xu Qing with bows and salutations.

After greeting these people, Xu Qing was led into the mourning hall by servants who were tied with horse harnesses and draped in white cloth.

The bodies of Dr. Feng and his family of three lay under the mourning tent, while a dozen people nearby were wailing and crying their hearts out, and several officials were offering sacrifices.

Looking around the mourning hall, Xu Qing's gaze was quickly drawn to a figure kneeling in the mourning tent.

The figure wore a white hat, with a corner of its jet-black hair peeking out.

Her exquisite features were as if they had been meticulously sculpted, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, deep and bright eyes, a straight nose, and rosy lips.

Her unadorned face was streaked with tears, and her brows were filled with sorrow. Her exposed neck had skin as white as snow, rosy and delicate, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

The oversized mourning clothes couldn't conceal her graceful figure; her exaggeratedly large breasts stretched the white mourning clothes, swaying slightly with her soft sobs.

A pair of long, beautiful legs knelt on the seat, her slender waist slightly lowered, and her rounded peach-shaped breasts and waist outlined an alluring curve that made people unable to resist taking a second look.

Her small feet, clad in white shoes, were pressed down by her plump, round breasts. Her slender, fair fingers wiped away the tears on her face. Every movement she made exuded a delicate fragility, evoking feelings of pity.

The cold and aloof aura she exuded, set against the backdrop of sorrow and white mourning clothes, gave her a unique allure, making one want to approach and provoke her.

"No wonder they often say that a woman must wear mourning clothes to look beautiful. This mourning attire is just too..."

In an instant, many images of the short films he had seen in his previous life flashed through Xu Qing's mind, including things like funeral portraits and widows.
Perhaps noticing Xu Qing's gaze, the figure turned slightly to look at Xu Qing, revealing its full appearance.

The figure exuded a cold and sorrowful aura, her beautiful eyes were vacant, and her expression was pained and sad. However, coupled with her pitiful and peerless face, she did not evoke any empathy for her sorrow. Instead, she stirred up a strange impulse in people.

Xu Qing shook his head, dismissing the thought. After all, they were still in front of the mourning hall, and Doctor Feng's body inside was barely cold. How could he think about such things?

It's such a pity that such a beautiful woman became a widow at such a young age.

As Dr. Feng's neighbor, he had no idea that the other party was keeping such a wonderful concubine at home; the secrecy was truly remarkable.

"Imperial Physician, you've also come to pay your respects to Doctor Feng?" A voice appeared beside Xu Qing.

Xu Qing looked at him and recognized him as an old acquaintance. He had once asked Xu Qing to help him get a government position, and Xu Qing was now a clerk in the Ministry of Justice of the State of Han.

“Yes, I had a good relationship with Dr. Feng when he was alive, so naturally I came to pay my respects,” Xu Qing nodded and said.

"It's truly admirable that the Imperial Physician still cherishes old friendships. It's just a pity that such a large Feng family mansion has suddenly encountered such a change." The junior official sighed as he pulled Xu Qing aside.

As Xu Qing waited for the people in front to finish their sacrifices, he listened to the junior official's reflections.

Through the other person's remark, Xu Qing also learned the identity of the figure. Just as he had thought, it was the concubine left behind by Doctor Feng, named Luo Jing.

Xu Qing felt the name was somewhat familiar, but didn't pay much attention to it, since it was a very ordinary name.

While Xu Qing and the junior official were talking in hushed tones, they did not notice the servants in mourning clothes in the courtyard glancing at him from time to time.

Kneeling in the mourning hall, Luo Jing watched Xu Qing talking to someone. A strange glint flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly returned to normal and continued to sob softly.

Soon, the people in front finished their memorial services. Xu Qing walked down to the mourning hall, solemnly bowed to Doctor Feng's memorial tablet and the body, walked around the coffin, and finally came to Luo Jing's side.

(End of this chapter)