Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

Hong Jie'er looked and saw that there was a carriage on the road. The carriage was carved with beams and painted on the spine, it was extremely exquisite.

Hong Jie'er said in a deep voice, "Be careful, be on your guard against scams!"

The old wet nurse found it hard to conceal the surprise in her eyes. "Only the Madam?"

Uncle Feng's entire body was suffused with a black aura.

The old lady realized that she was being rude and hurriedly said, "You have misunderstood me, this old man has no ill intentions, it is just that our carriage has met with some problems, the wheels of the carriage have been broken by the stone, the floor of the carriage also seems to be showing signs of cracking, and the carriage belongs to my young lady, her body is noble, we are not slow, but because we are halfway there and cannot change cars, we are anxiously having a headache, did we not happen to see your carriage coming? If there is only one lady in your car, may I trouble you? Rest assured, it won't take long. In just two hours, we have already sent someone to get the carriage from the city.

The other party seemed to be really bent on asking for help, but Uncle Feng did not dare to relax and said, "My wife is not feeling well, and your daughter is so noble. I'm afraid she might be sick. At that time, it would be even worse."

The old mama didn't expect him to reject her, and was stunned for a moment before saying unhappily, "My Miss's surname is Fang. My master is the former Supreme Court Supreme Court Supreme Court Official, Fang Di. As for my young master, he is the current Supreme Court Supreme Court Supreme Court Supreme Court Supreme Commander, Fang Ruzhu!"

Fang Di?

Ji Xiaqiu who was originally inside the horse carriage with his eyes closed was startled for a moment, then opened his eyes. Within her clear and bright eyes, there were some complicated thoughts, then she signalled to Hong Jie'er.

Uncle Feng was just about to say, "What is surnamed Fang and Yuan? I don't even know any of them!" Hong Jie'er patted him on the shoulder and said: "Madam has said that she is kind to others. If this young miss Fang is in a difficult situation, there will be a seat in the carriage for her to rest on."

The old lady was overjoyed, but soon after, she felt disdain in her heart. She was sure that the other party wanted to curry favor with her, so she said haughtily, "Thank you Madam for being convenient!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at the black-faced driver. Instead, he turned around and walked over to his luxurious carriage, and said a few words.

Uncle Feng turned to look at Hong Jie'er.

Hong Jie'er replied: "leader of the studio's decision."

Uncle Feng had already guessed it, but he still had some doubts in his heart. Didn't the leader of the studio not like the people of the capital? How could she be willing to help?

Not long after, a beautiful woman wearing a bamboo hat and attended to by three female servants walked over.

The old wet nurse glanced at Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng gave way to the girl and she got on the carriage.

Hong Jie'er had already specially made way for the guests to take a seat further away from him.

Because the carriage was small, only this young miss of the Fang family was able to get on. The old wet nurse and the two maidservants were waiting below.

She first expressed her thanks, but didn't take off the bamboo hat. From the look of it, she had strict upbringing, and was polite to everyone else.

Hong Jie'er originally did not like the people who were blocking his path, but upon seeing this, she could not help but say coldly: "The interior of the carriage is small, my wife's body is not well, and there is even fear in her heart. If possible, I hope young miss can take off her bamboo hat, and not hold my wife back."

The woman seemed to be stunned for a moment when she heard this. Then she gently hooked her finger and as expected, she took off the bamboo hat with an apologetic look in her eyes.

When her bamboo hat was put down, her beautiful face that was as clear as water was immediately exposed. There was a bit of coldness between her brows, and with her entire demeanor, she exuded a hint of ice.

Of course, this sort of desire to make people more intimate referred to men. As far as women were concerned, they didn't really like this sort of appearance.

There was a moment of silence.

In the end, Ji Xiaqiu still opened her mouth: "My lady's surname is Fang?"

The woman looked at the owner of the carriage, lowered her eyes, and said her name, "Ruotong greets you."

Ji Xiaqiu laughed and sized her up on the face, as if she was looking for some similar traces, and then asked: "Is your Ling Ci doing well?"

Fang Ruotong was startled, she suddenly raised her head, and looked at the lady from Qing Gui who she had met by chance, and asked: "Madam knows my mother?"

Ji Xiaqiu: "We met twice when we were young."

Fang Ruotong was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "My mother passed away twelve years ago."

The atmosphere sunk, Ji Xiaqiu's gentle eyebrows slowly knitted, as though she did not expect such an answer, her expression was at a loss for a moment.

Fang Ruotong looked and asked, "What is Madam's surname?"

Ji Xiaqiu stared at Fang Ruotong's mother's face and said: "My surname is Liu."

"So it's Madam Liu." Fang Ruotong said, with an expression of respect that a junior should have: "Madam said that she recognized my mother, and I wonder if she could talk about my mother's past. Ruotong is seventeen, and when my mother died, she was still young.

Ji Xiaqiu's eyes were a little disturbed, and he said halfway: "Your mother has never been in good health."

Fang Ruotong knew about this. She nodded and said, "Uncle said that before mother was married, she had taken a heavy rain. After that, she became well and fell sick."

Ji Xiaqiu sighed lightly: "I was there too during that heavy rain."

Fang Ruotong's eyes opened wide as she asked in astonishment, "Madam is my mother's friend?"

"Old friends." Ji Xiaqiu did not accept her friend's excuse.

Fang Ruotong did not make a sound.

Ji Xiaqiu: "If you knew that my daughter was talking to me in the same place, I wonder if you would be so angry that you would jump out of the coffin and scold me."

Fang Ruotong frowned, he obviously did not like people teasing her mother. Of course, after hearing what Su Yun said, she also understood something, so he asked again: "Does Madam have a grudge with my mother?"

Ji Xiaqiu laughed a little happily: "Is stealing a man a grievance?"

Fang Ruotong was given a big fright, and immediately became a little absent-minded. His voice also lost its previous calm, "You and my father …"

"It's not your hall."

"..." Fang Ruotong went silent.

She felt that she could not ask any further questions. In her heart, her mother was the most respected and important person. With her mother's early death, she could not tolerate anyone sullying her mother's reputation.

However, looking at this Madam's clear smile and brows, she couldn't help but be curious. Just what sort of past did her mother have when she was young?

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