Chapter 72: My Lord, Do You Truly Believe in Lady Song?

“Thank you.”

Jiang Wan’s expression remained indifferent as she divided half of the chicken soup and gave it to the other person. Once they left, she opened the food box.

What surprised her was that, in addition to the food, there was also a gold bar and several gold leaves inside.

It was evident that the old gentleman was someone who spent gold freely.

“Just as I expected!”

Song Jiuyuan’s lips curled up slightly. He had heard that the former Grand Tutor loved wealth, so his students often brought him various treasures to honor him, which developed his lavish spending habits.

It seemed that his guess was correct; it really was the extravagant Grand Tutor.

Jiang Wan, using her body as cover, hid the gold and gold leaves in her sleeves before distributing the food to everyone.

Inside were jujube paste pastries, as well as a lighter dish of steamed meat. Although it looked exquisite, Jiang Wan knew at a glance that the taste would be mediocre.

Sure enough, after everyone tasted it, their expressions went blank. Song Jiuli almost spoke up but held back.

The taste truly couldn’t compare to the chicken soup they had made. Fortunately, Jiang Wan had left each of them with a small bowl of it.

From a distance, Jiang Wan saw Hua Xiao hopping around trying to help Lin Tingyu prepare lunch, but unfortunately, Lin Tingyu coldly rejected her.

It seemed Hua Xiao’s protagonist aura wasn’t effective after all. Jiang Wan glanced over with interest, her eyes showing some amusement.

Just as they finished eating, Pan Hongyan leisurely walked over. Perhaps embarrassed to speak, he hesitated for a few seconds before gathering enough courage to ask Jiang Wan:

“Lady Song, do you still have those medicinal pills you wanted to give to my lord earlier?”

He deeply regretted it now!

He wished he could go back and slap the person who stopped Jiang Wan from giving the medicine earlier.

“You weren’t worried that I would harm people? I didn’t give them.”

Jiang Wan looked as if she didn’t understand his intentions, leaving Song Jiuyuan nearby both amused and helpless. He cooperated and said:

“My wife is timid and wouldn’t take such a risk. If anything happened to your lord, she wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.”

Pan Hongyan: …

He forced a smile, “Lady Song, you’re joking. Earlier, I failed to recognize your true worth.”

“I now request that you sell me the medicinal pills. My lord’s health is not well, and we can’t wait any longer.”

“If you truly want them, then I’ll reluctantly part with them.”

Jiang Wan sighed, took out a thumb-sized bamboo tube from her basket (space), and handed it to Pan Hongyan.

“There’s one pill inside for daily use, enough for half a month.”

“Is there no more?”

Pan Hongyan, in a hurry, asked. He had inquired with Ren Bang, and they were exiled to the wildlands of Nine Prefectures. They could probably only travel together for a few days.

“Not for now.”

Jiang Wan shrugged and explained, “I only gathered herbs on the way. You probably won’t be able to wait either.”

Indeed, her space didn’t have much left, though she did have a medicinal field, but she wasn’t about to easily give away the pills.

“If possible, could you trouble Lady Song to prepare more pills in the coming days?”

Pan Hongyan handed Jiang Wan a purse, feeling its weight. Jiang Wan, shamefully, felt tempted.

“That’s fine. If I’m lucky enough to gather more herbs, I’ll make you more Heart Protection Pills.”

Although she now had money, she wasn’t about to turn down any opportunity. Even a little bit of money was still money.

“Thank you, Lady Song.”

Pan Hongyan took the Heart Protection Pills and left. Jiang Wan touched the purse, and, as expected, it contained gold—about four or five gold bars—and some more gold leaves.

The Grand Tutor was quite generous. Such a good opportunity to make money shouldn’t be missed.

Just as Jiang Wan, happily hiding the gold in her space, was about to cover it up with her basket, Pan Hongyan returned with the Heart Protection Pills.

Inside the carriage, Chu Xiaojun had just finished the chicken soup, and the delicious taste still lingered on his lips. He leisurely wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

“My lord, these are the pills I mentioned earlier.”

“Mm, let me see.”

Chu Xiaojun took a pill and smelled it, about to place it in his mouth, but Pan Hongyan quickly stopped him in panic.

“My lord, do you truly believe in Lady Song?”

He was somewhat worried. The lord’s status was special, and many would try to harm him. He didn’t quite trust Lady Song.

“Her eyes don’t lie.”

Chu Xiaojun popped the Heart Protection Pill into his mouth and took a sip of warm water before smiling.

“I believe her!”

“But…”

Pan Hongyan hesitated, and his expression made Chu Xiaojun chuckle.

“Just say what’s on your mind. You know I don’t like to beat around the bush.”

“That Lady Song, she’s the wife of the War King. Right now, she and her family have been exiled.”

Pan Hongyan had asked Ren Bang about their identities earlier. Because of this, he was suspicious of Jiang Wan’s motives. Perhaps they wanted to use the lord’s influence to return to the capital?

“Is it them?”

A trace of regret flashed through Chu Xiaojun’s murky eyes. He had written to the emperor earlier, expressing that the War King was a man of great potential and, if used properly, could become a significant asset.

But the emperor was old and unwilling to listen, even sacrificing such a war god to clear a path for his own son.

“My lord?”

Pan Hongyan called out, snapping Chu Xiaojun back to reality.

“Even if they are the War King’s wife, so what?”

Chu Xiaojun laughed helplessly. “It doesn’t matter if they approach me intentionally or not. It’s no concern of mine. I’ve already retired from the military.”

“You’re just too suspicious. Who would go through all that trouble for an old man like me?”

He had a feeling that when Lady Song first met him, she didn’t know who he was. Her eyes were so clear.

“Yes, my lord.”

Pan Hongyan answered softly. Seeing his worried look, Chu Xiaojun smiled and said:

“Remember, just treat them as you would any other. Lady Song is capable. Don’t offend them.”

There weren’t many people who could control his health, and back in the imperial medical hall, there were only one or two capable doctors.

“Yes, my lord.”

Pan Hongyan was obedient, and Chu Xiaojun knew he would always follow his instructions.

Jiang Wan, oblivious to the other party’s concerns, happily glanced at her space’s warehouse, smiling brightly.

“Do you like gold?”

Song Jiuyuan asked softly, his gaze filled with some confusion. The noble ladies of the capital thought gold was vulgar, but she was different.

“Wrong!”

Jiang Wan’s eyes curved into a smile. “I don’t just like gold, I like gold, silver, and jewelry. Anything valuable, I like it.”

Who would turn down silver?

“Then I’ll make it up to you later.”

Song Jiuyuan thought about what she had said regarding the divorce. She had been so dedicated in caring for his family.

If that day truly came, he would give her everything in his private vault.

“What did you say?”

Jiang Wan almost thought she heard wrong. The villain actually said he would compensate her?

“Ahem… What I mean is, if I have silver in the future, I will definitely compensate you.”

Song Jiuyuan awkwardly covered his expression. He couldn’t exactly say that he had a private vault managed by his subordinates.

And if someone with ulterior motives heard this, that dog emperor would definitely start coveting it.