The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family-Chapter 1187 - 273: 60% Confidence_4

She changed her clothes and came out to meet her.

Madam An was holding a portrait, and upon seeing her approach, she gazed in a daze. Dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with landscape patterns, her wide sleeves fluttered with her movements. Her cloak, the same color as her robe and reaching to her ankles, made her look even more like an ethereal immortal.

"Madam An!" Pei Qin entered and took off her cloak.

Snapping back to reality, Madam An knelt down with a thud, "General Pei!"

Pei Qin’s face soured, "Madam An, please stand up if you have something to say!"

Huang Qiu and Xue Dong immediately came forward to help her up.

Madam An’s face was tear-streaked, "General Pei! People say you are the Nine Heavens’ Lady descended to earth. I beg you, please paint my son! Cast your magic and bring him to life from the painting!"

The arms of the two who were propping her up relaxed.

Pei Qin’s heart clenched, "Madam An..." She came forward to help her stand.

Madam An couldn’t bear the blow, "All the attention I poured into raising my son from childhood, yet he has finally left, departed from us, his old parents! I miss my son! I really do miss him! Even though he was sick before, at least I still had a sick child!"

Pei Qin led her to sit down on a chair and reached to take the painting she was clutching. The painting had been carefully mounted but had many tear stains. It seemed she had been crying over it frequently.

Pei Qin sighed deeply and waited for Madam An to cry for a while, "Madam An! I am not the Nine Heavens’ Lady descended to earth, nor do I possess any magic spells."

"You don’t have spells, but you have Demon Art! Demon Art will do as well! Just bring my son out from the painting alive! I want a living son!" Madam An suddenly grabbed her.

Huang Qiu’s sympathy was retracted. Their lady was no demoness! What Demon Art!

"I don’t know any Demon Art either!" Pei Qin closed the painting, "I can only paint, nothing more. If Madam An needs, after the new year, when I have some free time, you can describe your wishes to me, and I could paint a couple more portraits for you."

Madam An in disbelief kept asking, "Is it really impossible?"

"...It truly is impossible." Pei Qin shook her head.

Madam An’s face filled with disappointment, and she couldn’t help but burst into painful sobs.

After sending her away, Pei Qin returned with a heavy heart.

"Madam! Birth, aging, sickness, and death are inevitable for everyone!" Xue Dong softly comforted her.

Pei Qin nodded, "Go ask what Shen Songming is doing!"

At her command, Xue Dong arranged for someone to find Shen Songming.

Shen Songming was busy balancing his accounts. He had just received a shipment from Tongzhou, full of fresh fruits and seafood.

Once the goods reached Capital Jingcheng, half were kept for his own use and the other half were divided between the household of Pei Qin and Ji Bingchu.

Hearing that Pei Qin was looking for him, he personally brought the items over.

Pei Qin was taking her medicine.

"What kind of medicine are you drinking again?" The scent of the herbal medicine made Shen Songming wrinkle his nose.

"It’s for treating a cold poison." Pei Qin pinched her nose to finish the drink, then quickly took a spoonful of honey.

Shen Songming took the medicine bowl she had been drinking from and asked what was happening.

Pei Qin was puzzled, "Didn’t you know about the Divine Doctor that Ji Bingchu brought from outside?" She told him about Hua Yue treating her and prescribing medicine.

Shen Songming looked at her silently for a while, then glanced at the dregs in the bowl. Without saying much, he asked what she needed him for.

"What about the resin pigments I asked for?" Pei Qin inquired.

"You’re too busy to mess with those right now!" Shen Songming said irritably.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve painted; I want to get some practice. Bring me the materials!" Pei Qin insisted.

Shen Songming glanced at the leftover doughnuts, nudging her, "Go pack some doughnuts for me! You eat them without even thinking of me!"

Since the items Pei Qin requested were not easy to come by, naturally, she was earnest. She quickly got up with a smile and went to pack the doughnuts for him.

Shen Songming pulled out a handkerchief to dump the medicinal dregs from the bowl on it, and packed them away.

Pei Qin handed him a paper bag filled with doughnuts.

Shen Songming didn’t linger, taking the bag and leaving, "I’ll check at home and have someone send you the pigments."

"Okay!" Pei Qin waited at home.

But Shen Songming did not go back home; instead, he returned to his own small courtyard and summoned the doctors, handing them the handkerchief soaked with the medicinal dregs, "Check what these medicines are for!" Ji Bingchu never knew any Divine Doctor! When Pei Qin was first poisoned, he had people search everywhere, but he never breathed a word then.

Both medics with Shen Songming were highly skilled and preferred not to work at the Imperial Hospital, instead choosing to spend their days in leisure with him. After careful examination of the medicine on the handkerchief, they described its uses, "The medicine is all right; it’s used for expelling cold poison."

Mo Heng certainly wouldn’t harm Pei Qin! However, Shen Songming couldn’t help but be suspicious and called for Shuang Xi, "Go call Ji Bingchu here!"