After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 865 - 861: The Scent of Jealousy

Xie Jingchen mentioned checking Su Jin’s wrist, and the people in the room were quite puzzled.

The young master of their family has such big legs, could this really be a mistake?

Now that they’ve heard Su Jin’s explanation, everyone was holding back their laughter. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

How bad must his eyesight be to mistake a leg for a wrist?

The Heir of Prince Zhenbei’s eyesight is so poor, and even the Princess Consort couldn’t help him improve it.

Is her medical skill really that good?

Originally, Su Jin thought explaining would ease the awkwardness, but after she did, people started secretly doubting her skills in medicine.

However, the maids didn’t dare to show it on their faces.

Everyone in the residence knows about Princess Consort Zhenbei’s excellent medical skills.

A few months ago, there was a fierce debate in the Zhao Family about whether to head to the Capital City to seek treatment for the young master’s leg from the Princess Consort Zhenbei.

But considering the whole Zhao Family, they decided not to go.

Once Xie Jingchen left, Su Jin took a deep breath and began treating Young Master Zhao’s leg.

Young Master Zhao endured the pain, staring at his leg, occasionally glancing at Su Jin, then quickly looking away.

Bone setting is a time-consuming process, and together with the fixing, it took half an hour.

The doctor stood by throughout, watching.

Su Jin taught him how to apply the needles, then prescribed medicine for internal use.

After putting down the pen, Su Jin said, "I’ll prepare the ointment for external application and have someone deliver it."

Old Master Zhao went off to drink tea with Xie Jingchen, and Mrs. Zhao continuously expressed her gratitude.

A maid brought water, and Su Jin washed her hands using the soap from the Beauty Pavilion.

Wherever the Beauty Pavilion’s soap was sold, Su Jin’s name followed.

Previously, she was already a renowned female bandit from Qingyun Mountain, and now even more so.

Xie Jingchen was in the outer room, aware of what was happening inside.

Old Master Zhao was quite nervous; while the Zhao Family is well-respected in the town, it pales in comparison to Xie Jingchen, the Heir of Prince Zhenbei and the Prince Consort.

Xie Jingchen and Young Master Zhao had no words to share; instead, Young Master Zhao struck up a conversation with him.

Xie Jingchen heard from the Hidden Guard that Su Jin was treating Mr. Zhao’s wrist, so he asked, "How does she know Mr. Zhao?"

The Hidden Guard replied, "I don’t know if the Princess Consort knows Mr. Zhao, but she knows Young Master Zhao."

Xie Jingchen was curious about how Su Jin met Young Master Zhao.

Young Master Zhao recounted his miserable adventures as a guide again.

Despite finally proving himself, his past was indeed tormenting.

What could Xie Jingchen say?

He ended up sympathizing with Young Master Zhao.

He figured it out: most of the people Su Jin and Xingxing knew outside the Capital were probably robbed by them.

Su Jin stepped out, and Xie Jingchen stood up too.

Su Jin received a dangerous look, trembling inwardly.

They bid farewell, with Old Master Zhao and Mr. Zhao personally seeing them out of the residence.

At the Zhao Family’s main entrance, Xie Jingchen helped Su Jin onto the horse. Su Jin said, "I’ll take the carriage."

"I didn’t sleep well last night and can’t see properly. Won’t my lady help me keep an eye on the road?" Xie Jingchen said in a mellow voice.

"..."

What could Su Jin say?

She had dug her own pit, and now she had to lie in it comfortably.

Su Jin sat on the horse, and Xie Jingchen mounted up behind her.

And then—

Su Jin winced in pain, nearly twisting her waist.

Waving goodbye to everyone at the Zhao Family, Xie Jingchen rode off with Su Jin.

Young Master Zhao stood on the steps, only turning back once the carriage was out of sight.

He held a piece of paper in his hands. Seeing this, Mrs. Zhao asked, "What did you ask the Princess Consort’s maid for?"

Young Master Zhao had just picked it up when it was taken by Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao unfolded the drawing and saw a woman’s figure on the paper.

Young Master Zhao said, "They came here for the person in this picture. I find her familiar, but I can’t recall right away, so I plan to help them find her."

Mrs. Zhao looked at the portrait, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Isn’t that girl Qingfu?

Having the Princess Consort Zhenbei personally looking for her, could she be a princess too?!

Mrs. Zhao’s back went cold, and she asked Young Master Zhao, "Who is this person?"

"I don’t know, the Princess Consort’s maid said she’s an annoying person," Young Master Zhao replied.

Mrs. Zhao felt a sense of relief.

As long as it’s not a person she likes.

Young Master Zhao scratched his head, asking, "Mom, have you seen her before?"

How could she not have seen her?

The girl in the picture was just in their Zhao Family’s backyard doing laundry!

When Young Master Zhao reached for the picture, Mrs. Zhao didn’t give it back.

After they went inside, Mrs. Zhao’s maid asked, "Are you going to send that girl to Princess Consort Zhenbei?"

Mrs. Zhao shook her head, "She just left, sending someone right away might upset them."

"Since it’s someone they dislike, no hurry to meet her, send her tomorrow instead."

Mrs. Zhao was afraid of angering Su Jin by harboring Princess Fuqing, fearing that she might not provide the medication for Young Master Zhao’s leg.

But the maid asked, "Should we teach her a lesson?"

Mrs. Zhao shook her head, "For the Princess Consort Zhenbei to personally come looking, her identity might not be simple. We shouldn’t harm her."

Then she added, "Have someone send more clothes for her to wash, subtly probe her."

The maid took the order and returned to the backyard, where she and two younger maids found Princess Fuqing with a large bundle of clothes.

Poor Princess Fuqing had just finished washing two basins of clothes, her waist aching, standing there rubbing it.

The young maids threw the clothes on the ground.

Princess Fuqing’s face turned blue, "So many?!"

The maid said, "These clothes must be washed today, or else there’s no dinner for you."

Princess Fuqing bit her lips, angry but silent.

The maid saw she wasn’t moving, urging, "Hurry up and wash!"

What could Princess Fuqing do? She could only continue doing laundry obediently.

She washed while the tears streamed down her face.

She quickly wiped them away as they blurred her vision.

The maid stood by, scrutinizing her, the direct gaze making Princess Fuqing uneasy. Forcing herself to be calm, she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The maid smiled, "There’s been quite a few people searching for someone on the streets today. The person in their pictures somewhat resembles you; could they be looking for you?"

Princess Fuqing turned pale and quickly said, "How could they be looking for me? I’m just a humble maid."

Her expression was fully visible to the maid.

They indeed came looking for her.

To annoy the Princess Consort Zhenbei, what did she do to make such a deep resentment?

But Mrs. Zhao instructed not to harm her, so the maid dared not act rashly and turned to leave.

As for Su Jin, after being taken around the streets by Xie Jingchen, she couldn’t help but say, "Won’t you let go of me? You’re about to strangle me."

Xie Jingchen glared at Su Jin, "Strangling you saves me from being deceived for another man!"

Su Jin, "...."

A sour scent filled the air, making her waist hurt.

"I only lied to you because I was afraid you’d be mad," Su Jin said softly.

"Knowing I’d be mad, you still did it?!" Xie Jingchen said, more annoyed.

Su Jin was momentarily speechless.

After a pause, she said, "The child knelt and begged me, I couldn’t bear it."

Xie Jingchen knew Su Jin had a kind heart, but his anger hadn’t subsided. Grinding his teeth, he asked, "Why have you never softened towards me?"

"How have I not?" Su Jin replied.

"Just because you can’t see it due to your poor eyesight, doesn’t mean it’s not there."

Xie Jingchen almost spat blood.

Su Jin shrank her neck, noticing a beggar in the distance, she decisively changed the subject, "By the way, any news of Princess Fuqing?"

Xie Jingchen glared at the back of Su Jin’s head, "Don’t change the subject."

Su Jin, "...."

Was it that obvious?

"I wasn’t changing the subject, it just suddenly reminded me of something," she said.