The Lady's Sickly Husband

C92. Old Madam Jian's Secret

"Get up, get up." Old madam looked up to let them up and then waved to Mo Qianxue, smiling, "Come here Mrs. Ning. Let me take a closer look at my life-savor."

Mo Qianxue walked nearer. She was a little surprised that old madam Jian could recover so quick. Now she looked as if she never had the stroke.

That weird doctor was really extraordinary. Within less than a month, an elder could be in such a cheering spirit with actions of a healthy person. This outcome would be hard even in modern times.

Seeing the curative effect on old madam Jian, Mo Qianxue became more confidence in the medical skills of the strange old man.

"I've been worried about your health. Sorry that I bothered you the other day. Now by your spirit, I believe you've recovered. What a nice thing to know. Old madam, you're a blessed person."

Hearing that, old madam Jian smiled brighter, "I'm too old. I don't care whether I'm blessed or not. I only wish that those girls could create less troubles for me."

The speaker was unintentional yet the listener really listened.

When Jian Qingyou heard this, she felt that she had indeed created more troubles to her grandmother about her marriage, standing there, sad and stiff.

Yet, Jian Qingzhen stepped forward, bent over to lean on old madam's thighs, playing cute, "Grandma. I can't be more filial; how could I create troubles for you?"

Then, she should take a provocative glimpse at Jian Qingyou.

That was so obvious that when Jian Qingyou was immersed in her sadness, Mo Qianxue couldn't help cutting in, "Of course you're filial. I bet old madam must be cheered up when she fell ill and saw you dressed up so bright and smart."

Judging by her overstated personality, she must always be dressed up luxuriously like a colorful peacock. Therefore, Mo Qianxue induced that days ago when old madam had fallen ill, she might also have maintained her dashy style.

Sharpness flashed by in old madam's eyes. The Tianqi Dynasty's top value was filial piety. She was reminded that during the days she stayed in bed half-dying, Jian Qingzhen had worn a bright-red long gown to greet her.

She had left soon after the formalities, without showing any concern or sadness.

Thinking of this, old madam began to feel uncomfortable. She hadn't been seriously ill yet. If one day she really passed away, would this girl still run about wearing a red gown?

So not dignified! Her Qingyou, who had been brought up her personally, was the best. Disciplined and elegant.

Hence, old madam's hand that was reach out to stroke Jian Qingzhen's hair stopped halfway, "How old are you to disregard rules? Get up and sit well."

Jian Qingzhen had thought her action could gain more favor from old madam but only to be scolded, which made her very confused and get up depressed.

"Qingyou, come and sit here." Seeing Jian Qingyou's expression, old madam comforted her, "Look at you. You're thinner again. Don't worry; I'll help you with your marriage."

Old madam held Jian Qingyou's hands, talked amiably with her, and gestured to the other two ladies standing over there.

"You can leave if you have nothing to report. I have Qingyou and Mrs. Ning here." Old madam even didn't look to them and drove them away.

The grandma and granddaughter talked intimately for a while and didn't forget Mo Qianxue, pulling her hands and chatted on domestic affairs.

During the conversation, Mo Qianxue told a few jokes before she subtly shifted the subject to old Mr. Wang, the strange doctor.