After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

In just half a cup of tea, Sijin brought the medicine.

As soon as Wen Ranyan's hand touched the medicine bowl, she said calmly, "It's too hot. Let it cool down a bit. I'll drink it."

Sijin didn't suspect anything and turned around to put the medicine bowl on the half-moon table beside her to cool.

Wen Ranyan glanced at the medicine inside. It was pitch black. She knew at a glance that it was extremely bitter. She was not sick, so only a fool would drink it.

"Si Jin, where is my husband? Does he know that I woke up?" She withdrew her gaze and changed the subject in an instant.

The rainy night was a little chilly. Sijin closed the clanging window and said, "The master should be in the study now. I dare not disturb him."

In other words, Feng Qiwu doesn't know yet.

Wen Ranyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was soft and weak with a nasal tone: "Is that so... Then I suddenly fainted in the Prime Minister's Mansion today. Will it cause trouble for my husband? Is my husband angry with me?"

She knew very well whether she had caused trouble or not. She pretended to faint in Feng Qiwu's arms and poisoned herself a little to make it look more real. Although it seemed serious, her senses were still there and very clear. She knew everything Feng Qiwu said and did.

She also knew how strong, powerful, passionate and affectionate Feng Qiwu was when he held her in his arms.

This little bit of poison can be considered a special kind of fun between them as a couple.

Besides, as the only lady of the Feng Mansion, she was gentle and considerate in front of others. Naturally, she would care more about her husband as soon as she woke up.

Si Jin comforted her, "Madam, don't think too much. The master is such a great man. How could such a small matter cause any trouble? Besides, the master cares about you so much, how could he be angry?"

It was the first time she saw Feng Qiwu, who was so cold and indifferent, invite a doctor immediately. After all, he cared about his new wife.

"My husband treats me so well..." Wen Ranyan lowered her eyebrows and smiled, but there was a terrifying depth in her eyes.

If Feng Qiwu hadn't come at that time, the poisonous insect would have already wanted to jump onto Wen Ningwan.

In this way, Feng Qiwu can be said to have saved Wen Ningwan's life, but does she really think that everything will be peaceful now?

Wen Ranyan tucked in the quilt and suddenly said, "Sijin, I'm hungry."

Sijin smiled and said, "Madam is still ill and cannot eat anything too greasy. I will go and prepare a bowl of chicken porridge for Madam. It is light and warms the stomach."

When they reached the door, Sijin couldn't help but remind her again: "Madam, remember to take your medicine later. If it's too cold, it will hurt your stomach."

Wen Ranyan nodded casually.

After Sijin's figure completely disappeared, Wen Ranyan got up from the bed as if nothing had happened. Although she looked sick, every step she took was steady.

She picked up the soup bowl on the table and poured it all into the flowerpot without thinking.

When Sijin came in with the shredded chicken porridge, what she saw was the empty soup bowl and the pale and weak Liuli beauty leaning against the head of the bed.

"Madam, you must be very hungry. Drink it quickly. It's not hot." Sijin handed her the bowl.

Wen Ranyan picked up the spoon and took a sip slowly.

The fine and glutinous fragrant rice wrapped with tender and smooth shredded chicken tastes really good. I have to say that Sijin’s cooking skills are very good, much better than the dead green waist.

Wen Ranyan held the bowl of porridge and chatted with her naturally: "Sijin, your cooking skills are really good. A simple bowl of shredded chicken porridge can be made so delicious."

Si Jin smiled and said, "Madam, you are embarrassing me, but seeing that you like it so much, I am also happy."

Wen Ranyan pounded the porridge in the bowl and asked casually, "Sijin, how long have you been in the mansion?"

Si Jin's thoughts turned slightly, and after a moment, she said truthfully: "In reply to Madam, I have been in the mansion for five years."

Wen Ranyan put down the half-finished bowl of porridge, raised her eyes and met Sijin's. She smiled and said, "Five years, that's quite a long time, so you must know what your husband likes."

"Tell me what your husband likes on a daily basis."

Her eyes reflected in the candlelight were shining brightly as if filled with sparks.

Si Jin paused, and her gaze at Wen Ranyan suddenly deepened. She spoke with a deep voice, "Madam, you are making things difficult for me. How can a servant like me know what the master likes?"

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan's eyes suddenly lost their light, and she felt very disappointed: "Is that so... I was thinking that I really troubled my husband today. It was obviously a very good day, but I was really disappointing. I wanted to learn some of his preferences from you and make it up to him, but now it seems that it is impossible."

When Sijin heard this, she knew that she had been misunderstood, and her eyes were instantly filled with smiles: "Madam, don't be discouraged. I will ask others and I should be able to find out something."

Wen Ranyan smiled again, her voice soft and gentle: "My dear Sijin, thank you for your help."

"Go quickly, I'll be waiting for your good news." She urged gently.

Sijin glanced at her and walked out.

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The spring rain has not stopped yet, a cool breeze is blowing, the garden is full of lush pear blossoms but the only sound is the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

In a study room in the rain, a glazed lamp was lit. Feng Qiwu was sitting inside, tending to a beautiful and precious canary out of boredom.

The bird was golden all over with a hint of red on the tip, and its feathers were crystal clear and shiny. The occasional bird call was crisp and pleasant, like the sound of stringed instruments.

Feng Qiwu seemed to like this canary very much and was careful and patient when feeding it.

"knock knock"

There was a sudden knock on the door on the rainy night.

Feng Qiwu didn't raise his eyelids, and continued to tend to the bird, his voice lazily saying, "Come in."

"Squeak—"

The study door opened, and it was Sijin who came in. She gently closed the door, and then called out carefully, "Master."

Feng Qiwu asked nonchalantly: "What's the matter?"

Sijin naturally knew what he was asking, and immediately replied, "Master, the Madam just woke up. She looked so weak, and she drank the medicine that I warmed for her. She didn't look like she was pretending. Moreover, the first thing the Madam did when she woke up was to ask about the Master's situation."

Feng Qiwu seemed to be interested and motioned for her to continue: "Oh?"

Si Jin thought about Wen Ranyan's appearance at that time and said exactly what she said: "Madam was worried that her sudden fainting would cause trouble for the master, and she was also afraid that the master would be angry with her. She was really panicked and scared, and she was very considerate."

It was unclear whether Feng Qiwu heard it or not, as he remained silent for a long while.

Si Jin was nervous, and the chill from the rainy night made her shiver all over. She stood there and said carefully, "By the way, Madam also asked me about my master's preferences."

Feng Qiwu smiled lazily, but there seemed to be a layer of frost between his eyebrows. Under the scorching light, he looked like a Shura from hell, cold and strange.

He opened his thin lips, and his ethereal voice seemed to come from the netherworld: "And then?"