After being reborn with Sister Zha, I was stunned!

He is so young!

In a few months, the emperor will be forced to choose a successor due to his heart disease.

Just imagine, how could he hand over his kingdom to a child who was only a few years old?

Even if he really gave it to him, how could a child of a few years old hold on to this kingdom?

While Shen Qingyin was sighing, the fat boy had already boarded the carriage.

"Let's go, let's go too." Shen Qingyin ordered the servant to continue driving the carriage.

But he found that the route of the fat man's carriage was the same as his.

All the way we headed towards Bixiyuan.

The two carriages stopped one after the other in front of the gate of Bixiyuan.

When Shen Qingyin got off the car, the fat man was directing his followers to move things one box at a time under the car.

Turning around, she saw Shen Qingyin getting off the carriage behind her and grinned, "What a coincidence, General's wife."

Shen Qingyin also smiled: "Are you here to look for Zhen'er?"

The little fat man nodded: "Yeah."

"What's in these boxes?" Shen Qingyin looked at the boxes in front of him with some curiosity.

"The boxes are all gifts for my sister Zhen'er! Oh, by the way, one of the boxes is for you, the general's wife—"

"And there's one for me?" Shen Qingyin asked in surprise, "No merit, no reward. I don't think I did anything for you. I should be the one thanking you for what happened last time!"

The little fat man raised his chin slightly: "How can it be in vain? The general's wife has been taking care of sister Zhen'er and her family!"

Shen Qingyin suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.

This little fat guy has come here a few times and now he thinks of himself as Zhen'er's relative and her as an outsider?

Looking at the smiling little chubby face, Shen Qingyin didn't bother with him and took him to the guest house where Su Zhener's family lived.

"Sister Zhen'er, I'm here to see you!"

Seeing Su Zhener, the little fat boy happily ran over, handed the bun he had been holding to her, and opened it:

"Here you go. Although this meat bun is made by a roadside shop, it is very fragrant and still hot. Come and try it!"

Su Zhener smiled sweetly, picked up a bun and started eating.

"Mm, delicious, really fragrant!"

Shen Qingyin couldn't help but smile as he looked at the two little people in front of him.

"General's wife, you are here." Su Wenjin drove the wheelchair to greet her.

Compared to when he first came to the mansion, he looked like a completely different person.

He now looks much stronger and his face is not as sad as before.

After his leg bones were reattached, although he could not walk for the time being, he would sit in a wheelchair every day to exercise his upper limbs according to Feng Yunmo's instructions. Now he can easily pick up his daughter.

"Zhen'er looks much better recently." Shen Qingyin sighed sincerely.

She no longer looked silly and foolish.

Except for not having any memories of the past, she looks almost the same as before, still clever and mischievous.

Fengyun may not be able to recover his past memories.

She thought this was a good thing.

Even if a child of a few years old can recover her past memories, those are the ones closest to the present. She would not be able to remember any earlier memories.

But the closest thing to her was that she was force-fed poison.

It’s better to forget such a painful memory. It’s best not to remember it.

While talking to Su Wenjin, Chang Wan suddenly walked out of the room.

She walked straight up to Shen Qingyin, saluted politely, and said, "I hope the general's wife is well."

Shen Qingyin was shocked again.

At this moment, Chang Wan did not show any abnormality at all.

Not only did she speak clearly, but her hair, which used to be messy, was now combed into a neat bun, and her eyes were bright and her smile was calm.

She is definitely a beauty, unforgettable at first sight.

Seeing Shen Qingyin's surprised face, Su Wenjin smiled and said, "I originally thought that she would never be cured in this lifetime, but I didn't expect that Doctor Feng's medical skills were so superb. She hasn't been sick for many days--"

Shen Qingyin nodded.

Suddenly my heart skipped a beat.

She immediately went to the guest house on the other side where Feng Yunmo lived.

Feng Yunmo was drying herbs. The drying rack in the yard was full of herbs he had picked recently from the mountains outside the city.

In fact, things like drying the clothes could be left to the servants at Bixiyuan.

But as long as it was related to medicine, he would do it himself and never delegate it to others.

Noticing someone entering the yard, Feng Yunmo poked his head out from the drying rack, and when he saw it was Shen Qingyin, he walked out.

"Is there something?" Feng Yunmo asked.

Since he moved in, Shen Qingyin has never been to his yard.

"Doctor Feng, do you have any good ideas for curing heart disease?" Shen Qingyin was slightly excited.

Feng Yunmo's medical skills are much better than those of the imperial physicians in the palace.

Just because the palace physician cannot cure the emperor’s heart disease does not mean that Feng Yunmo cannot cure it.

If the emperor does not die of a sudden heart attack, there is no need to rush to choose someone to succeed the throne.

If the emperor is in good health and can hold on for a few more years, the fat boy will have grown up by then, and he won't necessarily have to choose the successor from between Qin Yueze and Prince An.

Feng Yunmo showed a trace of nervousness: "Heart disease? Who has heart disease?"

Shen Qingyin lied: "No one has it, but today I heard someone on the street say that heart disease is the most difficult to cure, and I suddenly remembered it, so I thought of asking -"

Feng Yunmo's expression eased slightly: "It is the most difficult to treat, but also the easiest. If the patient can keep a calm mood, avoid strenuous exercise, and avoid spicy, stimulating and greasy food, he can be healthy for a long time even without taking medicine. The most taboo is drastic mood swings and great ups and downs. If this is the case, even a god will find it difficult to cure."

Shen Qingyin's heart moved.

Do you have drastic mood swings and extreme ups and downs?

This immediately reminded her of her past life. First, the tragic news of Mu Beiyan's death in battle came out, and then the news of the fall of several cities came, so that in the end the entire Western Frontier was divided away...

Faced with such a situation, as a king, it is inevitable that he would be emotionally agitated and angry.

When the emperor fell ill, she was in Prince Kang's mansion and did not know the details of the situation in the palace. However, judging from the time, the emperor fell ill shortly after that period.

By this calculation, the reason why the emperor suffers from a heart disease is fundamentally due to the current war in the western border!

If the war in Western Xinjiang had not been lost, or in other words, if Mu Beiyan had not died in the battle, the emperor would not necessarily have suffered from a heart attack, and the Beixin Dynasty would not have to rush to replace a new emperor.

This speculation made Shen Qingyin a little uneasy.

When Mu Beiyan first arrived in Western Xinjiang, he sent a letter home saying that everything was fine and that he would always remember what she said and would be careful and asked her to wait for him to return home.

But it has been seven or eight days since the last time I sent a letter home, and I haven’t seen any new letters delivered yet.

She was very concerned about him and was looking forward to it every day.

There were reports that reached the court, but they were reported directly to the emperor. As for what the exact situation was, it was not easy for their families to know.

Shen Qingyin left Bixiyuan and returned to the General's Mansion.

After asking the servants, she learned that there was still no letter from home today, and she couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

On the way back to the backyard, he passed by Mu Beiyan's study and walked in subconsciously.