Chapter 550: Chapter 542: Made a Bad Move
Leaving the Lin’s Prime Minister Mansion, Qin Liuxi received a thousand silver notes and a piece of small-leaved red sandalwood, the silver notes were given by Mrs. Lin as a red envelope for consultation fees, because Qin Liuxi not only helped several women of the family find the Peace Pulse and prescribed them medicine to regulate their bodies, but she also took care of Lin Qingtang, who was in the girl’s boudoir preparing for marriage talks.
After all, for a girl, having a well-conditioned body means that when she goes to her husband’s family in the future, whether it’s managing daily meals or bearing children, she will have a strong physique, which is a good thing.
The most important point is that she also diagnosed that Mrs. Feng was pregnant, and even before the days of change, she discerned a slippery pulse, which was a cause for celebration, and thus warranted a big red envelope to share the joy.
Additionally, the generous Mrs. Feng also gave a piece of small-leaved red sandalwood in exchange for a Fetus Protecting Talisman.
This time, Qin Liuxi didn’t refuse, and took the items as she boarded the Lin family’s carriage headed for Jiuxuan Auction Hall.
She examined the red silk-wrapped small-leaved red sandalwood and was very satisfied, noting that the women of the Lin family knew how to conduct themselves by giving gratuity that hit the right note, quite commendable indeed.
Teng Zhao watched her master’s greedy expression and couldn’t help rolling her eyes, sitting cross-legged and silently reciting the Taoist Scriptures.
Qin Liuxi rewrapped the small-leaved red sandalwood and poked Teng Zhao’s face.
Teng Zhao dodged her "evil claws," giving her a look that said, "Speak if you have something to say, no need for touchy-feely."
"We’ve arrived in Shengjing; you should visit your family, the Teng family." Qin Liuxi said, "Your father has taken a new wife."
Teng Zhao was startled for a moment, then shook his head: "I won’t go."
Qin Liuxi observed him carefully, noting that he didn’t seem dejected, and hinted, "Actually, it might be worth going. Who knows, your stepmother might give you some pocket money for everyday expenses."
Teng Zhao: "..."
So, in the end, you just want to fleece some incense oil, right?
"Send a message to summon him here." Teng Zhao said coldly, he didn’t like going to that mansion, where everyone was cold and looked at him with strange eyes.
"All right, I’ll send a message later, your father must be missing you," Qin Liuxi said.
Teng Tianhan: Missing his son directly translates to a lighter purse.
Lin Xiang returned to the Prime Minister Mansion and learned that Qin Liuxi had already left, leaving behind a bottle of precious Medicine Tea Pills, making him somewhat dumbfounded. It seemed that he truly needed to take effort in obtaining that Jiao Pearl.
"Prime Minister, would you like Doctor Ou to check this?" Mrs. Lin handed over the bottle of Medicine Tea Pills, saying, "It’s not that I do not trust the Junior Temple Master, it’s just that mother is getting on in years and it’s best to be cautious."
"Hmm," Lin Xiang took it, opened the bottle cap, and a soothing medicinal fragrance wafted out, refreshing his spirit. He quickly sealed it again to preserve the potency, then changed his mind, "No need, I’ll personally try one for mother."
Mrs. Lin: "..."
She pretended not to see the drool on his face, smiling and saying, "Junior Temple Master’s medical skills are extraordinary, and these Medicine Tea Pills were made by her herself; they must be very good. Oh, by the way, Mrs. Feng was also diagonosed with a happy pulse today, also interpreted by the Junior Temple Master through face reading."
"Oh?" Lin Xiang’s interest was piqued.
Mrs. Lin recounted the face reading diagnosis by Qin Liuxi and continued, "She also took a pulse, and afterward, I had Xiu Gu and Doctor He from Wanjintang check the pulse separately. Although it hasn’t been long, it’s definitely a slippery pulse, and it should be confirmed after a while."
"Good, good," Lin Xiang was very pleased and said, "It’s lively to have many people in the family. It’s about time for their generation to add some more brothers and sisters."
"That’s exactly what I think," Mrs. Lin beamed in agreement and added, "Did Prime Minister hear about the incident with Marquis Chang’an? I heard that he sent people to surround Jinhua Temple, telling everyone he wants to capture the Demon who harmed the Marquis’s son, preventing civilians from going to offer incense. And in the city, there are rumors that the Taoists of Jinhua Temple are sinister, practicing evil magic. That young son of Marquis Chang’an is critically ill, he was taken to the manor overnight, along with Marchioness Chang’an."
Lin Xiang thought about what Qin Liuxi said the day before, that Marquis Chang’an had only one son, and his eyelids twitched. He said with hidden meaning, "This Junior Temple Master’s medical skills are not bad, and neither is her face reading. Yesterday, she directly stated that Marquis Chang’an has only one son."
Mrs. Lin was a clever madam. As soon as she heard this, a fire of gossip blazed in her eyes.
Marquis Chang’an turned out to be a cuckold, which was quite shocking.
Those in the know were not only on Lin Xiang’s side. In Xiong Er’s family, they were clapping with glee.
"That old bastard deserves to be a cuckold. Let’s see if he still treasures that woman who plays the innocent flower like a precious pearl. He has cherished someone else’s bargain son for ten years, even more than his real son, which is laughably pathetic." Mr. Xiong cursed and laughed, also feeling indignant, "My sister really had her mind covered in lard to fancy such a blind fool. She didn’t end up well..."
As he spoke, his eyes reddened a bit.
Mrs. Xiong also wiped the corner of her eye and said, "Enough, this is his retribution. In any case, from now on, the Marquis Mansion will be Lian’er’s, and that’s enough."
"That’s right, it will be Lian’er’s. The Junior Temple Master said he only has Lian’er as a son. This is the real lone seed, the precious pearl. Madam, prepare a generous gift and have the second son deliver it to the Junior Temple Master. If not for her, Lian’er might really have fallen for that Demon’s magic and that vile woman’s Demon Art," Mr. Xiong ordered repeatedly.
"You don’t need to tell me, I’ve already sent the second son over," Mrs. Xiong gave him an annoyed look.
Mr. Xiong: "Then go warm up a pot of wine for me. Tell the kitchen to cut some spiced pig’s ear for me to drink with. I need to drink heartily to celebrate. This is truly a delight."
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Jinhua Temple.
Master Tai Cheng’s face was pale as he looked at the continuously extinguished incense. From the incident to now, he didn’t know how many times he had offered incense. Not once did the Grandmaster accept it. This was a punishment for him.
He didn’t dare to look towards the Grandmaster, just despondently walked out of the outer hall and into the Daoist School.
Daoist Taiyang saw him and immediately shouted, "Senior brother, how much longer will you bind me? Let me go, my son is waiting for me to rescue him."
"How would you rescue him?" Master Tai Cheng looked at him coldly and reprimanded, "You’ve already suffered backlash. Your own cultivation is regressing; how can you rescue him? I’ve already said to give up on this wishful thinking. Devote yourself to cultivation, but you still remain obsessed. Now, Marquis Chang’an has even sent people to guard the mountain gate, claiming our Daoist Temple practices evil magic, that we are part of the Evil Path. Devotees dare not come anymore, and most importantly, the Grandmaster won’t accept the incense I offer..."
Daoist Taiyang saw the frustration on his face and disdainfully said, "Senior brother, you are at the level of Foundation Establishment. Marquis Chang’an is but a trifle. Just cast an unlucky technique on him, and he will have to bow his head. If senior brother is unwilling, I can be the villain."
Master Tai Cheng was shocked, "By doing so, do you wish to confirm the claims that Jinhua Temple is a place of Evil?"
Daoist Taiyang snorted coldly and said with indifference, "Senior brother, do you not know that the history books are written by the victors?"
As long as they’re the stronger party, who cares about what the truth is?
Master Tai Cheng felt a chill in his heart. He only wanted to fulfill his old master’s dying wish, to make the Daoist Temple prosper with his junior brother. That’s why he spared him. Now it seems that he made a terribly wrong move. If this continues, Jinhua Temple will be ruined. He pursed his lips, making a decision.