Feng Jin Yuan also knew that once Shen's family entered the palace, no matter what, the Feng family would have to take a stand.

  Yunfei seems to be out of imperial favor, but if the emperor didn't have her in his heart, how could he love the son she bore him so much.

  "Enough!" He waved his hand, as if to drive away the endless troubles that had been entwining him. "If that wicked woman can come out of the palace alive, send her to Mingyue An in the outskirts of the city."

  The phoenix sank, and the fish closed its eyes in despair, with a sound of jade shattering echoing in its mind.

  Is Feng Jia going to give up on her?

  Inside Tongsheng Pavilion, Feng Yu arranged for Qingyu to follow Zhang Gonggong to review the accounts and asked them to take the land deed to Qibaozhai. Now that shopkeeper is definitely useless, and the things in the store have been replaced by Shen's family with only a few valuable ones left. She simply let Qibaozhai close its doors like Baicaotang, waiting for her to settle her affairs before carefully handling it.

  And she herself took Huang Quan out of the mansion, heading for a village in the suburbs of Beijing.

  She had promised the old man who bought the fake ginseng that she would see him in person, and a promise is a promise.

  The address was written down by Huang Quan, and when they arrived, it happened to be the day when a family in the village married off their daughter. A small donkey carried a girl with a red veil on its back, accompanied by a matchmaker, and the bride herself carried a bundle of clothes on her shoulder. The atmosphere was bleak and cheerless, without any festive spirit. Several villagers who had come to see off the bride followed them all the way to the village entrance, shaking their heads in dismay.

  Feng Yu Huan pulled the carriage to the side of the road and stopped, giving way to the donkey. The conversation of the onlookers also floated into her ears: "A perfectly good young woman marrying a fool, what a pity."

  "Lao Chen's family had no choice, Jiao'er's mother was ill like that, and the family owed a lot of debt. If she didn't marry that fool, where would they get the money to treat her mother?"

  "Didn't you take ginseng to recover last time? Why didn't I see any improvement?"

  "Ginseng is just barely holding on, and the medicine box isn't just ginseng. Can't afford to get other medicines, no money to see a doctor, I think that old ginseng will be used up soon, and that's when this breath of hers will finally be gone."

  Feng Yu Huan was pondering over the villager's words, thinking that Lao Chen's household was probably the one she was looking for, and hastily told the coachman to continue on their way.

  The horse-drawn carriage drove into the village, winding its way through the streets, and finally came to a stop in a secluded corner.

  Huang Quan got off the carriage with Feng Yu's help, and saw that this so-called "household" was actually just a thatched hut. All four sides had very obvious gaps in the wind, and the entrance was hung with a cloth curtain that served as the door.

  Such a scene made her think of the place where the original owner lived in Xiping Village for three years, and she couldn't help but sigh.

  Huang Quan lifted the door curtain first, and in the small space inside, there was an old couple, one sitting and one lying down. The person sitting was the old man who had been seen at Baicao Hall that day.

  The old man saw someone coming and was stunned at first. Then he suddenly found that it was Feng Yuexiang, and for a moment he was so surprised that he didn't know what to say.

  The old lady was seriously ill and struggled for half a day but couldn't get up, yet she kept asking in her mouth: "Is it Jiao'er who has come back?"

  Old Chen's nose turned sour, he turned around and casually wiped his face with a slap, then rushed to Feng Yuexia and said: "Miss, how did you come?"

  "I promised last time that I would personally diagnose the old lady, and I never go back on my word." She smiled lightly and walked to the edge of the couch, sitting down beside the old lady. "Old lady, stretch out your hand and let me take a look."

  Old Chen looked at Feng Yuexiang, who was wearing a clean and elegant dress, sitting on the dirty grass couch in their own home. He felt both embarrassed and moved. He had never expected that Feng Yuexiang would come to visit them personally, and the fact that she had given them a ginseng without asking for money was already a great kindness. How could such a noble young lady possibly come to a place like theirs?

  Ke Fengyu really came.

  He hastily told his wife: "This is the great benefactor who gave us ginseng! He's the master of Baicao Hall in Beijing!"

  The old lady heard that she wanted to get up and kowtow to her benefactor, but was stopped by Feng Yuexiang, "Auntie, treating the illness is urgent."

  She carefully felt the pulse, and the old lady's symptoms were indeed roughly what she had expected. Chronic overwork, combined with advanced age, brought all sorts of geriatric diseases to her doorstep. To modern medicine, it wasn't too serious, but in ancient times when medical conditions were hardly up to par, it was a fatal illness.

  "Old lady, I'm asking you, do you often feel like your heart is suffocating and at the same time feel short of breath?" She put down the old lady's wrist and began to ask about her symptoms.

  The old lady was surprised that such a young girl could diagnose illnesses and even accurately describe her symptoms. She couldn't help but nod, "You're absolutely right."

  "Uh-huh." Feng Yu Heng asked again, "Is this kind of colic pain starting from the heart and gradually spreading to the shoulders, arms, and even fingers? And is it true that each time the pain comes more fiercely than before, and lasts longer?"

  "How did you know?" The old lady was thoroughly conquered by Feng Yu Heng, "Those old doctors who came to see the diagnosis before didn't say it as accurately as you."

  Old Chen hastily said: "The master of Baicao Hall is certainly the most powerful person!"

  Feng Yu Huan smiled, but didn't explain. In her heart, she knew that the old lady had coronary heart disease, but in this era where medical equipment was extremely lacking, relying solely on medication wouldn't guarantee how much longer she could be sustained. Moreover, with the Chen family's conditions, it didn't seem like a place where patients could rest and recover in peace.

  "The medicine box is in the carriage, I'll go get it myself. Chen Bo, please scoop a bowl of clear water first, and my maid will take care of Da Niang." Feng Yu Heng didn't let Huang Quan follow her and returned to the carriage alone.

  As soon as the horse carriage stopped, he immediately pulled down the curtain, opened the small medicine box inside, and used his mind to search for a while in the medicine space. He finally found several medicines for treating coronary heart disease. After selecting them again, he unpacked all of them and put them into empty porcelain bottles prepared in the medicine box.

  When she returned to the thatched cottage, Chen Lao's clear water had also arrived. She fed the old lady medicine and handed the porcelain bottle to Chen Lao, instructing him on the time and precautions for taking the medicine before bidding farewell with peace of mind.

  Mr. Chen didn't know how to thank her properly and directly said he wanted to kowtow to thank her.

  Feng Yu Huan thought for a moment, then said to him: "If your daughter is not married well now, it's still possible to chase her back." As he spoke, he took out a 50-tael silver note from his sleeve pocket. "In any case, Elder and Baicao Hall are also fated, if there was no elder, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to uncover the inside story so quickly. Consider this as my gift of gratitude to you, go bring Jiao'er back. If she's willing, let her come see me at Baicao Hall three days later."

  What was to be done had been done, what was to be said had been said. Feng Yu Heng did not stay any longer and brought Huang Quan back into the carriage. The coachman shouted out and the horse carriage left the village.

  Huang Quan seemed to understand why Feng Yu Heng wanted the Chen family's daughter to come to Baicaotang and couldn't help but ask: "Miss, do you want to recruit more people?"

  Feng Yu didn't hide the truth from her, and nodded seriously: "That's right. When I left the capital city, I was still young and didn't understand anything. This vast capital city is a completely strange place to me. If there weren't some people around me that I trusted, I wouldn't even know when I'd be sold out."

  Huang Quan agreed with her, "Yes, the Feng family has turned all three shops into this state. If there were our own people in the shops, how could we let the Feng family bully us like this?"

  Feng Yu Heng did not speak again, cultivating her own power was one aspect, she also had an idea about the Hundred Herb Hall that had been swirling in her mind these past few days.

  Due to her past profession, she saw that patients would always have itchy hands. If Baicao Hall could develop into a hospital-like existence, and she focused on cultivating some professional talents in this area, wouldn't that be a kind of blessing for this era?

  Feng Yu Huan has always been resentful of the injuries on Xuan Tian Ming's body, and in the end, it all boils down to one sentence: The medical conditions did not allow for it. She had a set of skills, but lacked the necessary equipment to assist her. If this Great Shun Dynasty could gradually improve its medical conditions, then perhaps there wouldn't be more people following in his footsteps.

  Of course, all these are afterwords. She knew that everything was just an illusion before everything calmed down.

  She closed her eyes and leaned against the carriage to rest, Huang Quan also followed her example and leaned against one side.

  Just then, Feng Yu's ears trembled slightly.

  She heard a sound, as if something was tearing through the air with a fierce killing intent rapidly approaching.

  She and Huang Quan opened their eyes at the same time, and they both reacted at the same time - Feng Yu Huan's body leaned back, rushing to the window, while Huang Quan drew out the treasure sword from his waist and blocked the carriage curtain with a horizontal stroke, shouting "Be careful!"

  Just as Feng Yu's arrow flew out of the window, Huang Quan's sword was struck by a sharp arrow with great force, causing her wrist to go numb.

  Fortunately, she dodged this disaster. If it wasn't discovered early, the position where this arrow was shot would have been right at Feng Yuexiang's heart.

  Huang Quan took a deep breath of cold air and without saying another word, he also rushed out along the car window.

  The two of them didn't land far apart and immediately came together after touching down. Feng Yu Huang anxiously asked Huang Quan, "Are you alright?"

  Huang Quan's heart warmed up and he hastily asked: "Is everything okay? Miss, are you injured?"

  "No."

  Briefly understanding each other's situation, the two stopped talking. Vigilantly back to back, one held a sword, while the other had somehow grasped several silver needles between his fingers.

  In an instant, countless black-clad and masked figures swarmed in from all directions, surrounding the two women.

  These black-clothed men didn't waste any words, they came up with long knives in hand and started chopping, chopping so hard that Feng Yu Heng's eyebrows furrowed - damn it, isn't the standard startup mode for this kind of situation to start with a few opening lines? She should at least ask who the other person is, then the other person would say "there's nothing good to talk about with a dead man", that's how it's supposed to be!

  A twelve-year-old girl clasped her hands together, sandwiching a slender silver needle between them. She was frustrated that her first encounter with bandits in ancient times wasn't going according to plan, and at the same time, she was thinking about whether she could successfully break through the siege.

  Huang Quan's martial arts skills were extremely high, her swordsmanship was divine and subtle, although she had seen that her own young mistress was not a kind person, she still protected her with all her might, fearing that she would suffer even the slightest injury.

  Feng Yu Huan actually wanted to let Huang Quan run first, as long as Huang Quan was not around, she could perform a disappearing act at any time and place, no matter how many thieves there were, they would not be able to find her. But now it's not possible, she can't be too blatant, she doesn't want to be taken for a monster.

  Unfortunately, this small body really can't keep up. After a few rounds, her legs are already cramping. Feng Yu Huan feels that if she continues to fight, even if she isn't killed by these people, she'll exhaust herself to death. Moreover, her forte has always been close combat and marksmanship; in this melee of swords and shadows, she can barely get near the enemy's body, let alone engage in combat.