3522 The Ignorant Little Woman Who Doesn’t Recognize Talent
The two stewards exchanged glances with astonishment on their faces. Not necessarily true? Could it be that the Master received some news?
After arriving at the Yu Manor, Elder Yang was first invited to sit in the hall, and then Yu Chengde went to invite Feng Jiu. When he arrived in the rear courtyard, he noticed two people lying in the sun and shouted out, “Master Ling, Madam Ling.”
“Are all the things ready?” Feng Jiu asked Yu Chengde, who was standing outside the yard.
“Yes, everything is ready.” Yu Chengde answered. He paused and then said, “Madam Ling, when I was buying the spirit herbs at Centennial Herbs Tower, I met Elder Yang.”
He realised she might not know Elder Yang and explained, “He is the famous Doctor we travelled to see for treatment this time. He came to get the Millennium Blood-Red Heart Grass, which I had bought first. So now…”
He explained the situation briefly and then apologised, “I really couldn’t refuse him, so he’s now sitting in the front hall.”
Feng Jiu smiled. “I see, it doesn’t matter. I’ll go meet him then.” She stood up and said to Xuanyuan Mo Ze, “I’ll be back soon.”
“Mm, ” Xuanyuan Mo Ze replied, watching her follow Yu Chengde before closing his eyes.
Elder Yang was drinking tea in the front hall. When he heard footsteps, he set his cup down and looked up. His gaze automatically shifted away from Yu Chengde and towards the young woman in azure beside him.
After giving her a quick glance, he asked in an irritable tone, “So, you’re that Madam Ling?” Such a young woman claimed to know medicine, and even more, that she could cure an illness he couldn’t? What an arrogant presumption!
Feng Jiu glanced at him and smiled, “Yes.” She stepped forward, sat down, and then looked at Yu Chengde. “Where are the things? Show them to me.” She didn’t seem to care much for Elder Yang.
Her action angered Elder Yang. He slammed his hand on the table and yelled, “The Millennium Blood-Red Heart Grass is poisonous! You actually say that it can be used for his father; are you trying to hasten his death?”
Feng Jiu looked at him and replied calmly, “Who are you to meddle in my affairs?”
Sensing the tension, Yu Chengde was about to intervene when Elder Yang snorted, “Hmph! Ignorant little woman who doesn’t recognize talent! You’re in the presence of a Saint-rank Doctor who is held in high esteem by everyone!”
“Oh?” said Feng Jiu, raising an eyebrow. Master Yu told me you couldn’t cure his father’s illness.”
Elder Yang frowned, “What if I can’t? Can you?”
“Not only are you unable to treat him, but you don’t even know what disease he has. You can’t even diagnose these symptoms, yet you claim to be a Saint-rank Doctor who is held in high esteem by everyone.” Feng Jiu’s sarcastic remark, accompanied by a casual tone and a disapproving expression, made Elder Yang fume with anger.
Elder Yang stood up indignantly, pointed at Feng Jiu, and yelled, “You are so impudent!”
Patriarch Yu, sitting nearby, immediately stepped in. “Elder Yang, Elder Yang, please sit down, don’t be angry.” Then he turned to Feng Jiu, “Madam Ling, do you see if these items are all correct? Is anything missing?”
Feng Jiu ignored the elderly man and looked at the items on the table. She nodded, “Mm, these are the correct items.” She stood up and said to Patriarch Yu, “Take these things and go to your father.”
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