The legitimate daughter returns, and the princess goes crazy

“Ah! It’s over, it’s over. How did I sleep until now?”

She slept too late yesterday, and when Mu Yan woke up it was already noon. If her stomach hadn't protested, she would still be sleeping now.

"Shi Ying, why didn't you call me!"

Shi Ying felt aggrieved, "Wow, Miss, you didn't tell me to call you early in the morning."

Yesterday, Mo Yuche specifically asked Han Feng to come and deliver a message, saying that Feng Wuxin's medicinal materials had been prepared and that preparations for treatment would begin early this morning, so he specifically asked her to go and see if there was anything she could do to help.

Mu Yan ate a few mouthfuls of lunch and went out.

As soon as I stepped out of the door of Qiyun Pavilion, Ling Yu came running over.

"Miss, this is the invitation that the second young lady of the Lin family sent early this morning. I was busy practicing martial arts just now and forgot to give it to you."

Mu Yan poked Ling Yu's forehead with her hand. He was even more of a martial arts fanatic than herself.

She opened the invitation and found out that there would be an old lady Lin’s birthday party in a while, and Lin Shishi invited her to attend. She put the invitation in her arms and went out.

Mu Yan took the reins from the stable boy, jumped on the horse, and rode like he was riding on clouds.

Her riding skills were taught by Marquis Zhongyong, and coupled with the years of fighting in the country in her previous life, her riding skills have reached perfection.

Since her rebirth, she would not ride in a carriage if she could ride a horse.

Because when she was riding, the wind whistled past her ears, and the horse's back rose and fell, she had a real feeling, and felt that she was really reborn and it was not just a dream.

So she was very grateful to the gods for their favor, which allowed her to be reborn.

"drive!"

Mu Yan couldn't help but quicken her pace.

But at this moment a little girl suddenly rushed out from the street.

Fortunately, she pulled the reins in time, and the horse let out a long neigh and raised its front hooves upwards, thus avoiding being trampled and injuring the girl.

Then an older boy rushed out and ran quickly to the girl: "Sister, are you okay?"

"Brother, I'm fine. Fortunately, the windmill my father bought for me was not broken." Although the girl was young, only about five or six years old, she looked very well-behaved and sensible.

It turned out that the girl rushed out into the street to chase back the windmill that was blown away by the wind.

This was the birthday gift her father bought for her before he died.

The boy touched her head, his eyes slightly red, and said lovingly: "Don't do this next time, it's too dangerous."

Then the two men returned to the roadside and knelt. In front of them were two bodies, a man and a woman, who should be their parents.

On the sign next to it was written the words "Selling Myself to Bury My Parents" in large, neat and orderly handwriting.

It was then that Mu Yan discovered that straw tags were stuck on the boys and girls' heads, which meant they were willing to sell themselves into slavery.

But once you enter slavery, it is like being in a deep sea. Slavery is a lowly status and is not protected by the laws of the Northern Qi Dynasty. You cannot enjoy the same treatment as civilians.

Once bought, if they are lucky, they can live a peaceful life if they meet a kind master. But if they meet a vicious master, they will be beaten and scolded at the very least, or killed at the worst.

Mu Yan felt pity for the skinny brother and sister.

The world is a difficult place. How can two children bear the blow of losing both their parents?

She dismounted and slowly walked to the brother and sister, took out a bag of silver from her arms and handed it to the boy.

The boy thought someone was coming to buy them, and he sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness flashing across his black pupils. "Sister, can you just buy me first? I will pay you back the rest of the money later."

He looked at his sister who was only five or six years old and begged, "I don't want my sister to be enslaved as well."

Mu Yan smiled calmly at the two of them, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, I don't need you to sell your bodies. Take this money, bury your parents properly, and then live a good life with your sister."

The boy looked at the silver in his hand with a firm look in his eyes and said, "No, I can't take your silver for nothing."

Mu Yan was a little surprised: "Have you ever been to school?"

The boy nodded: "My father is a scholar, so he knows a few words."

So that's how it is. No wonder he has the character of a scholar.

Mu Yan lowered her head and thought for a while, then said, "I almost bumped into this little girl just now. This money is my compensation to you."

The boy still shirked his responsibility: "Sister, my sister is not injured, so you don't need to compensate us."

Mu Yan suddenly remembered the invitation in her arms.

"Well, you can help me pass on the message, and this money will be used as errand fee."

The boy thought about it, nodded, and quickly agreed.

"Please go to the Lin family in the alley at the left east entrance and tell the second young lady of the Lin family that I will be there on time for the old lady's birthday gift."

Then before leaving, she said, "I am the eldest daughter of the Minister of Personnel's Mansion. My name is Mu Yan. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to the Mu family to find me at any time."

The boy was full of gratitude and knelt down with his sister.

"Sister, my name is Wei Qing, and this is my sister Wei Hong."

Perhaps because she had done a good deed, Mu Yan was in a particularly good mood. She hummed a little tune as she arrived at Prince Han's mansion.

"Miss Mu, why are you so happy today?" Han Feng asked.

Mu Yan looked around and saw only Feng Wuxin and Han Feng in the secret room. She asked in confusion, "Where is the prince?"

"Something happened suddenly in the army, so the prince went to the barracks."

Hearing Han Feng's answer, Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to go. No one would mind her being late, otherwise she would feel a little embarrassed.

"You still have time to chat, why did King Han send a useless person like you to me and waste my time?" A medicine chisel hit Han Feng's head without hesitation.

"what--!"

A scream sounded.

Han Feng covered his head and howled, "Dr. Feng, you don't know how painful it is!"

Feng Wuxin looked at him as if he were a fool, and said with disdain, "I hit you because I knew it hurt me. I asked you to do some work for me, but you took your time all morning and didn't finish it. You delayed my treatment. I'll complain to your master when I get back."

Because Feng Wuxin was from southern Xinjiang and had a special status, it was not convenient for him to let others know that he had treated the people in Prince Han's Mansion.

Mu Yan overslept in the morning, so Mo Yuche had to ask Han Feng to help.

These medicinal materials should be classified according to their properties, and their dosages vary due to their different efficacy.

Han Feng knew nothing about medicine, so he had to ask about the efficacy of the medicines while classifying them, which naturally made him a little slow.

Mu Yan stepped forward, took the herbs from Han Feng's hand, and took over herself.

In just an incense stick of time, she had classified the types and quantities of the medicines according to Feng Wuxin's requirements, and packed them up again, with the exact amount of medicines.

Feng Wuxin nodded in satisfaction: "Yeah, it's OK, much faster than that idiot just now."

Then he glared at the disappointing Han Feng and shook his head, saying that he was a rotten tree that could not be carved.

Han Feng shouted in his heart, I am a guard, not a doctor!!!

Of course he didn't dare to say this to Feng Wuxin's face and could only complain in his heart. Otherwise, if Feng Wuxin got upset and he became incurable, King Han would skin him alive.

Once everything is ready, the treatment can begin.