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"Mu Lang, today, I heard that Shen Zhu's husband is the son of the capital's Su Family Palace. Thinking about it, the Duke and the Royal Concubine treated Shen Zhu so well, could it be because of the relationship between the Su Family and the Duke Palaces?"

Zhuer asked casually.

"What does Su Family have to do with our house?" "The Su Family has nothing to do with the Duke Palaces at all. The only thing that must be said is that the Su Family's first wife was once an official with the Royal Father, so she can be considered to be a colleague."

Hearing that, Meier's expression changed unnoticeably, after a moment, she laughed: "So that's how it is."

A trace of craftiness flashed across her eyes, and she finally felt relieved.

Meier lifted the soup cup with her jade hands and scooped up a spoonful of soup to feed Ming Mu. She asked gently, "Mu Lang, how does the soup taste today?"

"Meier fed it, how can it not taste good?"

Mu's hands held the woman's waist restlessly.

"Mu Lang, since there's no relationship between the Su Family and the Duke Palaces at all, then you should have suggested to the wangfei earlier that she bring Shen Zhu back to the Duke Palaces."

After she and Mu had finished speaking yesterday, she thought that he would at the latest mention it in front of the wangfei today. She didn't expect that he wouldn't make a move now either.

The woman raised her hand to grab onto the man's neck, and said gently: "Second Young Master's body is already like that, all these years you have been visiting famous doctors, she, Shen Zhu is just a chef, how can she compare to those famous doctors?"

He sized up Ming Mu and saw that there was no change in his expression. He gathered up his courage and continued to advise: "Besides, as you have seen Second Young Master's body, unless Hua Tuo is still alive, I'm afraid he won't care about the pills. With Shen Zhu's medicinal food, how can he recuperate? "It's just like that …"

Shen Zhu was a chef, he did not think that a chef would be able to easily recover from a disease that many famous doctors could not cure.

He indeed did not have much feelings for Ming Yuchen, but Ming Yuchen was still his flesh and blood in the end.

Seeing that Mu Chen was unable to make a sound, Meier's hands slid down until they were pressed against the man's chest, as he said with slight grievance, "Mu Lang, can't I hurt you? "This humble one is doing this for your own good …"

"Why would I think that you would harm me? My Meier is the person who dotes the most on me in this world." Clarity Mu immediately said softly.

Seeing that he was moved, Meier continued to speak, "Think about it, when you speak of it to my wife, she will only feel that you are very filial, and think about her deeply."

Mu Chen mused for a moment, but did not immediately speak.

On the other side, the Madame Jiang knew that Meier had gone to find an explanation, so he excused himself from the servant girls, and went to Ming Yuchen's courtyard alone.

Ming Yuchen usually did not like having servants by his side, so there were not many servants in the courtyard, only a few servant girls.

At this moment, the courtyard was especially deserted, not even a maid could be seen.

Madame Jiang tightened the cape on his body and walked freely into the courtyard. From afar, he could hear the sound of coughing.

At the entrance of the study, the scarlet wooden door was ajar. Just as Madame Jiang was about to open the door and enter, he heard an intense cough from inside, which made people's hearts ache, as if their hearts and lungs were going to be coughed out.

Madame Jiang's footsteps paused, and his hand that was about to push open the door froze in midair. Usually, when he came here, he would sneakily glance at this poor child, but …

She unconsciously touched her flat belly. When she just found out that she was pregnant, her elated mood was affected by the heart-wrenching cough in the room. She frowned in displeasure and subconsciously took half a step back.

Right now, her heart was not pained by Ming Yuchen's weak body, but was filled with disgust.

Madame Jiang peeked through the gap in the door and saw Ming Yuchen leaning on the bed, holding onto a book with his left hand, he used his right hand to cover his mouth, and from time to time he would cough a few times. After a burst of intense coughing, he extended his hand and grabbed the tea on the table beside him, casually taking a sip.

Although the inside of the house was filled with charcoal, it was not warm at all. Ming Yuchen's body was still wrapped in a fox fur cloak, and the nearby window was ajar. As long as he slightly raised his head, he could see the scenery outside the window.

"Chen'er, don't blame your mother for being heartless. Who told your body to be so disappointing?" Madame Jiang whispered.

Chen'er was already like this, he couldn't implicate the child in her stomach. He silently thought in his heart: No matter what, I have to protect this child, I can't let him be like Chen'er, born sick …

As for his eldest son, so what if he was smart? With his body, she was afraid he wouldn't be able to live much longer. How could she rely on him for the rest of her life?

With that thought in mind, Madame Jiang left the small courtyard without any hesitation. He did not disturb the people inside the house.

Inside the house, a gust of cold wind blew through the half-opened window. Ming Yuchen covered her lips and coughed again, the pages in her hands also flipped with the wind as the two sounds mixed together, adding to the already lonely little courtyard's loneliness …

After Mu heard Meier's words, he tossed that initial bit of worry to the back of his mind.

After the two finished their tea, Meier left for the main courtyard to pay his respects.

When Mu went to the main courtyard, Ming Chengyan was chatting with Madame Ye.

He looked at the two elders' happy faces at the door, and seemed to be in a good mood, so he could faintly hear what happened to Shen Zhu. This allowed him to be even more certain of his decision.

"My son greets his father and mother."

As Mu Chen bowed, thoughts quickly raced through his mind.

"Yes, sit down."

Mu Zi nodded as she accepted the expression. She then picked up the cup by her side and took a sip of tea.

"In response to father's words, son will always remember father's teachings and stay in the study room to read."

Mu took a seat at the bottom of the two elders and replied respectfully.

"Your performance these two days is pretty good, and you can't neglect the days to come."

Ming Chengyan was extremely pleased with his sudden improvement.

He secretly asked the servants of the East Branch about it, and understood that Mu had indeed been staying in the study room for the past two days. Ming Chengyan naturally thought that this unknown, advanced son of his had listened to his teachings, and that was why he changed his attitude.

"Your son will remember that." Upon hearing the praise, joy appeared on his face.

Ever since he favored Meier, he understood that it had been a long time since Mu had given him a good face. Normally, it would be even harder to get a compliment from him, but today, he actually got a compliment from him?

It seemed that he had to obtain the position of Noble Heir no matter what.