The imperial concubine was spoiled by the prince again

Chapter 859 Don't Say Thank You, You'll Spit

He said: "The previous stewards can only serve for two years, not more."

After speaking, his facial features were distorted with a smile: "Besides, after resigning, I can enjoy bliss at home every day, which is much more comfortable than Guan Huatian!"

Looking at his bamboo pole-like figure and sunken cheeks, Zheng Youde smiled and expressed envy.

Then the steward took him to see the refining process of bliss ointment.

This thing is made from the juice squeezed from the fruit of Bliss Blossom. The process is not complicated. After more than ten years of accumulation, a lot of it has been stored in the warehouse.

Zheng Youde was shocked, but his face was filled with the same greed as the manager beside him.

"There are so many bliss ointments, how refreshing is it to smoke?"

The steward nodded in agreement, but he couldn't express his regret on the surface: "However, Master Shangshu doesn't let me use too much, and the daily amount is fixed."

Zheng Youde seemed to ask casually: "Oh? Why is this? Could it be that you are worried that the steward will be addicted to bliss and miss your errand?"

The steward laughed, but didn't deny it - that thing really attracted him.

"If Lord Shang Shu doesn't restrict me, maybe I will really live in a smoking room."

Zheng Youde followed suit: "Don't talk about you, I can't wait to live in it now, hahahaha."

This conversation was truthfully conveyed to Zheng Lian, but at this time he was not in the mood to listen carefully.

Because Zheng Chong fell ill.

He was twitching all over, and the corners of his mouth kept foaming.

Even though it was not the first time seeing him like this, Zheng Lian was still pacing anxiously, seeing Cheng Yanyu who came late, he frowned: "Why so slow!"

Cheng Yanyu sneered: "I don't know how to prescribe medicine, and I don't know how to do acupuncture. Does it make any difference if it comes sooner or later?"

Zheng Lian realized that he shouldn't have talked to her, because he was still angry after speaking.

Seeing her walking up to Chong'er and holding his hand, she swallowed her anger again.

Chong'er really likes her, as long as Cheng Yanyu is with her, the pain of Chong'er's illness seems to be relieved.

He sighed slowly: "It wasn't so serious before..."

The doctors in the villa were somewhat instructed by Cheng Yanyu, so they all nodded to her as a greeting.

Cheng Yanyu ignored everything, looked expressionless, but actually felt a little guilty in her heart.

Zheng Chong's disease was actually not that serious, at least it shouldn't be so frequent.

He became like this because she poisoned Zheng Chong.

But this kid doesn't look smart, but he hasn't told anyone why so far.

She hated Zheng Lian, so hated that she wanted him to die, but Zheng Chong...

She didn't know what to do with him.

The hand held by her moved, and the doctors breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, my lord, I'm fine now."

"Just let the son sleep."

In just over an hour, Zheng Lian felt that his life had been wasted for a few years, so he waved his hand to make people retreat.

He only hesitated to speak to Cheng Yanyu.

The latter rolled his eyes: "Don't say thank you to me, I'll throw up."

After speaking, he walked away again.

Zheng Lian was left with a complicated heart.

"Order the kitchen to send her a tonic soup."

Cheng Yanyu did not refuse.

Her body knew that without these priceless decoctions, she wouldn't last long.

But she wasn't ready to die yet.

Zheng Lian was afraid that no one would treat Zheng Chong when she died, and she didn't want to die before seeing the people she missed, only "alive", she and Zheng Lian reluctantly reached an agreement.

(End of this chapter)