Favoring concubines and killing wives? The miraculous doctor mistress went crazy after her rebirth

Yan Jiyou lowered his head to look at her features and asked gently, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Zhinian admitted truthfully: "Yeah, I like it."

"I didn't expect that East Lake would be so lively on New Year's Day. I had only heard about it before."

In fact, when she was at the house, listening to the sound of firecrackers, she felt an indescribable sense of loneliness in her heart.

That feeling made her panic.

But now Yan Jiyou was standing beside her. He was accompanying her, listening to the noisy and lively scene around her, looking at the small stalls, the sound of firecrackers and the fireworks blooming in the sky, all of which made her previous emotions disappear.

Now my heart seems to be filled with something.

"If you like, I'll come here with you every year in the future."

When Jiang Zhinian heard this, his heart trembled violently.

This sentence sounded really beautiful, but she didn't dare to think about it or believe it.

Jiang Zhinian didn't reply, or she didn't know how to reply.

It would be great if she didn't recognize the wrong person.

If only they had known each other earlier.

When Jiang Zhinian thought about this, he felt a sense of melancholy.

After the two of them sat down on the pleasure boat, Jiang Zhinian said, "Your Highness, let me take your pulse and check your health first!"

Although Yan Jiyou seems to be in good health now, Jiang Zhinian is still a little worried.

I won't feel at ease unless I take your pulse myself.

Yan Jiyou stretched out his hand.

Yan Jiyou's fingers are as slender as jade, with distinct joints, giving a sense of elegance and grace.

Just looking at his hands is enough to amaze people.

However, there were many calluses on the palms of his hands, which were calluses from sword practice.

Jiang Zhinian's fingers trembled slightly, then he calmed himself down and placed his fingers on Yan Jiyou's pulse.

She held her breath and slowly felt the pulse.

After taking his pulse, Jiang Zhinian smiled and said, "Your body is completely healed, and all the toxins have been cleared away."

After personally taking Yan Jiyou's pulse and knowing that he was completely recovered, Jiang Zhinian was extremely happy.

She smiled with her eyebrows curved.

"Are you so happy?"

"Of course, Your Highness, you must take care of yourself in the future."

In the past, because of saving her, his health deteriorated, and this incident was like a huge stone pressing on his heart.

After she was reborn, although she wanted revenge, her obsession was to make him fully healed.

Now that he was completely well, she felt relieved.

Yan Ji's picturesque eyes were filled with a soft glow, and when he looked at Jiang Zhinian, his eyes were filled with endless tolerance, "I asked someone to prepare some food. It's still early at midnight, so if you're hungry, eat something to fill your stomach."

Yan Jiyou had people prepare everything very well.

Jiang Zhinian saw the food, snacks, dried fruits, etc. on the table, all of which were her favorite foods.

Jiang Zhinian was stunned for a moment, not knowing if it was a coincidence.

Jiang Zhinian suddenly thought of the three years she had been in the Marquis' Mansion, when Murong Chuan never knew her preferences.

He didn't know what she ate or didn't eat.

In the past, she always felt that Murong Chuan was busy with matters at the mansion and other things, and she should understand.

But later she understood that it was not that she didn't know, but it depended on whether she put her heart into it.

If you pay attention, you will always know a person's preferences.

"Thank you!"

Thank you for saving me at the risk of your own life, and thank you for bringing me to see the fireworks here.

Yan Jiyou looked at her gently and said, "I should thank you. It's you who made me fully recovered."

Jiang Zhinian shook his head and said, "No, I owe you."

When Yan Jiyou heard this, he paused in pouring tea for Jiang Zhinian.

He looked at her deeply, and saw the self-blame and pain in her eyes, and Yan Jiyou's heart was ached.

Jiang Zhinian felt a heavy feeling in his heart when he met Yan Jiyu's gentle and tolerant eyes.

She lowered her head and whispered, "That night three years ago, you saved me!"

This matter is her inner demon.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that until later."

Yan Jiyou's heart was shaken violently.

At this moment, Jiang Zhinian was like a little girl who had made a mistake.

Yan Jiyou felt so soft inside that he reached out his hand to touch her hair gently to comfort her.

But when his hand approached, he paused and then retracted it.

He sighed softly and said gently: "Don't blame yourself, as long as you are fine."

Yan Jiyou never thought of asking her to remember or do anything.

At that time, he just wanted her to be well.

He never regretted saving her.

If he could do it again, he would still save her at that moment, even at the cost of his life.

"But I forgot after that night."

"It doesn't matter!"

Yan Jiyou even thought that it would be better if she forgot about it, so that she wouldn't have any psychological burden.

Jiang Zhinian looked at Yan Jiyou's gentle appearance from beginning to end and said, "Don't you blame me?"

Yan Jiyou said gently: "Silly boy, I don't blame you."

There was a look of indulgence in his eyes like water.

Jiang Zhinian could easily lose her mind under his gaze.

I don’t know if it’s because the night is so beautiful, or if it’s because he is sitting next to me.

She actually wanted to tell him that the reason she married into the Yongping Marquis's Mansion was because Murong Chuan pretended to be a life-saver.

But just as she was about to say it, her reason made her swallow the words back.

So what?

Saying it won't change any facts, it will only bring trouble to Yan Jiyou.

This is good, she will help him secure his position as the crown prince and then take that position.

His becoming an emperor would be a blessing for the people of Yan State.

"I'm fine now. Didn't you heal me?"

"If there is any fault, it should be the fault of some people in southern Xinjiang."

Jiang Zhinian's expression changed, "Southern Xinjiang?"

Yan Jiyou said, "Yes, I have been investigating what happened in the past few years. The reason why someone drugged you was because of the spies from Southern Xinjiang."

Jiang Zhinian suspected nothing but Nanjiang, "But why? I have no grudge against them."

After a pause, Jiang Zhinian thought of the strange medicine. Perhaps only the wizards in southern Xinjiang could prepare such a medicine.

She lost her mind, and even though Yan Jiyou used his inner strength and special methods to help her detoxify, Yan Jiyou was still poisoned.

Very domineering and weird.

She even suspected that those people's target was Yan Jiyou.

Yan Jiyou said: "Maybe they think you are related to the Wei family."

"Do those people in Nanjiang have a grudge against the Wei family?"

Yan Jiyou explained: "A hundred years ago, the Southern Xinjiang and the remnants of the previous dynasty jointly launched a riot, and the border was in crisis. At that time, the Wei family was ordered to quell the rebellion and killed many remnants of the Southern Xinjiang and the previous dynasty."

"I suspect they attacked you because of your connection with the Wei family."

"But it's just speculation. After all, they didn't attack other members of the Jiang family, but they attacked you."

"Logically speaking, your father and your stepmother's brothers and sisters should also be related to the Wei family."

Jiang Zhinian's heart moved when she heard these words. She felt as if something flashed in her mind, as if there was some key issue that she had overlooked.

Wei family?

Is it related to the Wei family again?

Just as the two were talking, suddenly a group of men in black burst out from the lake.

They rushed towards the gallery.