The Duke's Daughter is Reborn

Following Yang Qi's instructions, He's mother woke Yang Qi up early the next morning.

Yang Qi splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up quickly, then picked up the book and started reciting.

Although Yangqi tried hard to adjust her state, she had a lot on her mind recently, which was also reflected in the classroom. When Yangqi didn't answer two questions in Mr. Yang's class, Mr. Yang directly hit her palm with a ruler, which made Yangqi sweat in an instant. Yangqi has been studying with Mr. Yang for almost a year, and in the past few months, Yangqi has rarely been punished by Mr. Yang.

After class, Yang Qi was once again kept by Mr. Yang. Looking at Yang Qi, Mr. Yang felt a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong with you recently? You seem to be worried at such a young age."

Yang Qi felt a little ashamed, but did not bow her head. Before, Nanny Zhu discovered that Yang Qi had the habit of bowing her head when facing the old lady and Mr. Yang, and severely criticized Yang Qi. Since then, Yang Qi has subconsciously corrected his habit of bowing his head.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Qi finally spoke: "Sir, last night, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I had smallpox again."

Mr. Yang had already done his homework before coming to Duke Song's Mansion. Besides, it was no secret that Old Madam Song had snatched away Yang Qi's doctor at that time. Therefore, Mr. Yang also understood what Yang Qi meant.

Mr. Yang knew the expectations of the Duke of Song's Mansion for Yang Lan, so he could naturally find a reason for the old lady to do so. Fortunately, Mr. Yang has never been a nosy person, but the old lady's behavior is really chilling.

Mr. Yang looked at Yang Qi with a gloomy face: "This smallpox is indeed a big thing you have experienced, but it has been a year. Why are you still so scared?"

Yang Qi looked up at Mr. Yang and said, "Sir, the days when I had smallpox were so painful. Not only was I drowsy, but the days when the rash broke out were even more uncomfortable. During this year, I would dream about the scene from time to time, and every time I was frightened, I broke out in a cold sweat."

Having grown up without a mother and with his maternal grandfather being a criminal in the imperial court, Mr. Yang knew how difficult it was for Yang Qi. Thinking about his own experience, Mr. Yang's voice softened: "Okay, these are just dreams, don't dwell on them."

Hearing the tenderness in Mr. Yang's words, Yang Qi nodded: "Thank you, sir."

Looking at Yang Qi's back as he left, Mr. Yang knew that Yang Qi was not thinking about the smallpox. Yang Qi was using an excuse to evade him, so there must be something wrong.

After returning to Linhu Courtyard, Nanny Zhu looked at Yang Qi's red and swollen left hand and felt unhappy. After asking Mother He, she found out that Yang Qi was punished by Mr. Yang.

Nanny Zhu returned to her room, took the medicine and went into the study: "Miss, although it is on your left hand, you still need some medicine to reduce the swelling."

Yang Qi looked at Nanny Zhu, who was worthy of being from the palace, and she immediately reacted: "Nanny Zhu is very thoughtful." Mr. Yang really hit her hard this time, and her skin became red and swollen all of a sudden.

Nanny Zhu quickly applied medicine on Yang Qi's hand and wrapped it with gauze.

As soon as Nanny Zhu applied the medicine, Yang Qi felt her hands were cool, and the burning pain disappeared immediately: "Nanny Zhu knows medical skills, this medicine is really excellent, I feel much better as soon as I apply it."

Nanny Zhu packed up the medicine and gauze and said, "I am in charge of the imperial concubine's medicinal diet in the palace. I know a little about these things. This medicine is also from the palace." Although the medicine came from the palace, it was also made by Nanny Zhu in the palace.

Listening to Nanny Zhu's words, Yang Qi's eyes suddenly lit up. "Medicinal diet" is a good thing. In her previous life, Madam Han specially hired a cook who was good at making medicinal diet. "Nanny Zhu, I have been feeling unwell since I got smallpox last year. I wonder if there is any medicinal diet suitable for me now."

Nanny Zhu smiled and said, "Of course there are. Different herbs and different combinations have different effects. If you trust me, I will prepare medicinal food for you tomorrow."

Yang Qi naturally had no problem: "Then I'll have to trouble Madam Zhu to take care of it. By the way, I have a Guangming Pharmacy. If Madam Zhu needs any herbs, she can go directly to Guangming Pharmacy to get them."

Nanny Zhu nodded and left.

Seeing Nanny Zhu leave the room, Yang Qi finally smiled. She knew from the beginning that Nanny Zhu was good at making medicinal food. Originally, Yang Qi was still racking her brains over how to get her help. Unexpectedly, Nanny Zhu asked for help herself today.

Today, Yang Qi did not rush to finish Mr. Yang's homework. Instead, he took out the "Analects of Confucius: Xianwen" that he had studied before. After reading the whole text, Yang Qi took a deep breath and wrote "knowing it is impossible but doing it anyway" on the paper.

Ever since Zong Yue came back from Xihu, Yang Qi has felt the fear and worry in his heart. After thinking about it again and again, Yang Qi suddenly remembered the saying in "The Analects of Confucius": "Knowing it is impossible to do it, but still doing it". Isn't this exactly the spiritual food that he needs most in his heart right now?

Whether it is overturning the verdict for my grandfather or intervening in the affairs of Xihu, this is far beyond the scope of what Yang Qi can do now, but overturning the verdict for my grandfather is something that must be done!

After taking a deep breath, Yang Qi's expression returned to normal and she called softly, "Mother He."

When He's mother entered the room, Yang Qi continued, "Hang up this calligraphy." He wanted to look at these words from time to time to motivate himself.

Mother He nodded and found a conspicuous place to put it.

Inside the glazed courtyard.

Yang He had long given up hope of studying under Mr. Yang, and only hoped that the old lady would have some conscience and hire a better tutor for her.

These days, because Nanny Chang was in the yard, Yang He had restrained herself a lot. She put down the cup in her hand: "Auntie, I won't say anything about my second sister. Now everyone in the mansion favors that wooden Yang Qi." She had originally wanted to give Yang Qi a flower trick, but she didn't expect that useless Xiao Ju would actually kill the flower. It was such a waste of her good trick.

Aunt Yin looked at Yang He, her daughter, and sighed, hoping that she could learn from Nanny Chang: "The third young lady is now studying with Mr. Yang." In the Tianyuan Dynasty, Mr. Yang was the golden signboard for women waiting to get married.

The resentment in Yang He's eyes was about to overflow. Although she had accepted Mr. Yang's teaching, she was completely convinced that this matter was caused by Yang Qi: "It's all because of this jinx. Not only did he kill his mother, but now he's here to harm me."

Aunt Yin looked at Yang He's expression and felt helpless. She had said so much during this period of time: "Fifth Miss, I'll say it again, don't try to plot against Third Miss recently. Third Miss is not the stupid and dumb girl before." Aunt Yin's original intention was that Yang Qi would study with Mr. Yang, and her vision and knowledge would catch up, so she would naturally be more generous and intelligent.

When Auntie Ke Yin's words fell into Yang He's ears, they took on a different meaning: "Auntie, I've always felt that Yang Qi has become a different person since his smallpox healed. There must be something fishy going on here."