2073 The song family
“Yin! Yun ‘er! My son!”
“Young miss, wuwuwu, young miss Wanwan”
Gu Xin stood to the side, waiting for the group of people to enter.
The deceased Xie Yun’s parents were among them. Madam Xie had cried until she was out of strength. Her face was pale and she was being supported by two old women. Old master Xie was also staggering, his face full of sorrow.
There was another one who was crying especially miserably, it was Xie Yun’s personal maid, man Zhu.
Gu Xin waited for them to enter before leaving. To be honest, she was not used to such an occasion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt reminded her of the time when she was in trouble. Her parents and grandparents must have been like this.
Parting in life and death, a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away, was the cruelest thing in the world.
After leaving the courtyard, Gu Xin took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
Her father had told her not to be affected by the outside world when investigating a case. She should not make a wrong judgment because of her own emotions. It was unfair to others.
Her father told her that she had a lot of power now. The more power she had, the more she couldn’t act recklessly. She had to be responsible for her power.
“Young master Song, let’s go!” Gu Xin turned to look at Mr. Song and said.
Master Song didn’t say much and brought Gu Xin back to his house next door.
“Yi ‘er, are you back?” A weak voice came from the room next to the central room, and it was coughing. It should be Mrs. Song.
“Mother, it’s me. I’ve brought Princess Xinxin here for questioning and to take a look at your body.” Song Yi walked to the door and said.
The room was silent for a moment, then there was the sound of coughing and the sound of a bowl breaking. Song Yi quickly pushed the door open and entered.
Gu Xin followed him in.
The room was simple and tidy. There was a dressing table, a few wardrobes, and a vase on the table by the window. There was a bunch of wildflowers in the vase.
There was a strong smell of medicine in the room. Mrs. Song might have heard that Princess Xinxin was here and wanted to get up, but accidentally knocked it over.
Gu Xin sniffed and identified a few medicinal herbs that had an overbearing smell.
Mrs. Song wanted to get off the bed but Gu Xin stopped her, ” “Mrs. Song, you’re sick, so you don’t have to be so polite. I’m just doing my job and asking about the situation.”
cough, cough, cough, cough, cough. Mrs. Song covered her mouth with a handkerchief, turned around, and coughed a few times. Then she turned around and said weakly, ” thank you for your understanding, Princess.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGu Xin smiled and shook her head.
Song Yi placed a pillow on Mrs. Song’s back. Mrs. Song leaned against the headboard and looked at Gu Xin with a weak and nervous expression, ” “There are corpses in this courtyard. I’m afraid we can’t rent it out.”
Gu Xin didn’t reply to her. Instead, she grabbed onto Mrs. Song’s hand, ” “Mrs. Song, I know a little about medicine. I smelled a few medicinal herbs just now. You have a serious illness, right? Can I help you take a look?”
Mrs. Song was stunned.
“Yes, Princess.” Song Yi was pleasantly surprised. Please, Princess, take a look at this student’s mother. Mother has been sick for many years.”
Mrs. Song didn’t go out often and had only heard that Gu Xin knew how to fight, but she didn’t know that Gu Xin was grandma Xiao’s disciple.
However, Song Yi was a student who was preparing for the Imperial examinations. He had many classmates and heard a lot of gossip. Naturally, he knew that Gu Xin learned from grandma Xiao.
Grandma Xiao’s current reputation was already on par with that mysterious Divine Doctor long.
Grandma Xiao had not been known to the world for treating any major illness, but she had helped nurse the Emperor and Empress back to health and helped the Empress give birth to the Crown Prince smoothly. This was proof of her medical skills. One had to know that even the imperial physician had no way of helping the Empress recuperate and ensure that she was pregnant. N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.net