Chapter 10

The Madam was caught off guard and was shocked to push Lin Jiaojiao away. Her right finger pointed at Lin Jiaojiao, who was pushed to the ground, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak, "You, you, you!" She had been wise all her life, and she couldn't imagine that there would be such a shameless person who dared to face her and infect her even after getting smallpox!

Because she was greatly frightened, she touched her chest and fell straight back. Fortunately, two old nannies supported her, "Old Madam..."

Pei Aosong shouted anxiously, "Physician! Physician! Hurry and call the physician to diagnose my mother! You guys hurry and help the Old Madam back to her room to rest!"

Although Pei Aosong was at odds with his mother, he was ultimately unwilling to see her fall ill.

He glared at Lin Jiaojiao, but could only stomp his feet and hurry to deal with this chaotic scene.

The servants standing further away didn't dare to move. After all, Lin Jiaojiao had smallpox and had just leaned against the Old Madam's face. What if they helped the Old Madam and were infected?

And usually the Old Madam used torture on the servants and deducted their monthly money. Seeing the Old Madam fall, besides fear, there was a trace of gloating in their hearts.

The servants pushed and shoved, and in the end, Pei Aosong could only carry his mother on his back and head straight to the Old Madam's residence, Anshou Hall.

Dali Temple Junior Minister Song Shijie watched the Pei Mansion in chaos, but his feet didn't move an inch.

Lin Jiaojiao saw that he was young and thought of the blood-filled male classmates in her same period, so she planned to use the method her best friend taught her to deal with men to let Master Song let her go.

She pulled her shoulder clothes slightly, revealing her snow-white tender shoulders, leaned a little closer to Song Shijie, and asked coquettishly, "Master Song, are you going to take me to the Dali Temple for interrogation?"

"Hmph." Song Shijie snorted from his nasal cavity.

He slanted his eyes at Lin Jiaojiao, as if he wanted to see through Lin Jiaojiao, "Woman, you play a good trick."

Lin Jiaojiao was secretly shocked in her heart: Could it be that he knew the smallpox on her face was fake?

But she still didn't change her face, and leaned closer to Song Shijie: "Oh, Master Song is really extraordinary in temperament..."

Song Shijie didn't respond. His subordinates pulled his sleeve, signaling him to stay away from Lin Jiaojiao.

Seeing that he was not eating or drinking, Lin Jiaojiao could only change the method.

She suddenly began to scratch her heart and lungs, "My face is so itchy, Master Song, are you afraid of smallpox? If you take me to the Dali Temple, will the entire Dali Temple be infected with smallpox?"

Song Shijie was clear that as the Dali Temple Junior Minister, besides handling cases, he also had to take responsibility for the entire Dali Temple, and even for the Emperor.

If this was really smallpox, and the Dali Temple was spread, then the outside, the entire capital, would suffer.

He didn't dare to gamble with the lives of his subordinates, so he could only snort coldly and order his subordinates: "You go and inform Master Pei, seal the Pei Mansion, not even a bird can fly out, the Dali Temple will handle the case on the spot regarding the Southern Frontier barbarian spy."

"Yes." His subordinates replied quickly and walked out of Jiaohua Garden to find Pei Aosong.

Lin Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and called Bai Zhi to clean up the mess in the room together.

Bai Zhi was loyal. She didn't avoid Lin Jiaojiao having smallpox. Anyway, she served the concubine every day. If the concubine had smallpox, she would probably have been infected long ago.

When Lin Jiaojiao was cleaning the room, she occasionally disgusted the Dali Temple people standing at the door.

Lin Jiaojiao picked up the clothes on the ground and shook them, "Oh, you say, will there be any evidence hidden in my clothes?"

When cleaning the quilt, Lin Jiaojiao stuffed the cotton back in: "Is there any secret information proving that I am a spy hidden in this quilt?"

"Will there be any alien secret language hidden in my medicine dregs, or something that caused me to get sick and have smallpox?"

Song Shijie gritted his teeth, but he could do nothing about her.

Before collecting evidence, he really couldn't define the case for people casually.

After enough disgust, Lin Jiaojiao felt tired, told Bai Zhi to close the door and prepare to sleep, but was stopped by Song Shijie, who blocked the door that was about to close.

Lin Jiaojiao pretended to be surprised: "What's wrong, does the master still want to send someone to change my clothes and search my body to see if I have any alien patterns tattooed on my body?"

Song Shijie could only snort coldly and let her close the door and sleep soundly.

On the other side, Pei Aosong carried his mother on his back to Anshou Hall and settled her gently on the bed.

House Physician Liu Shouyi then rushed over. When he stepped into the room, he couldn't help but tremble.

But there was no way, he had already been pulled onto the boat by Lin Jiaojiao, so he could only bite the bullet and step forward to take the Old Madam's pulse.

Pei Aosong kept pacing in the room, "Physician Liu, is there really someone in the mansion who has smallpox?"

"Ah?" Liu Shouyi's voice trembled three times, "Smallpox?!"

Pei Aosong was puzzled: "Don't you know? Lin Jiaojiao has smallpox. You were the one who just took her pulse today, right?"

Liu Shouyi was so scared that he knelt on the ground and defended himself, "I don't know that Concubine Lin has smallpox. There was nothing wrong with the diagnosis, maybe it is..."

How come after only half a day, that difficult concubine got smallpox?

He pondered how to round the lie to excuse himself, "Smallpox disease, medical records say, there is no abnormality before the onset, and it cannot be diagnosed before the rash comes out—"

Pei Aosong listened to Liu Shouyi's words, his feet kept pacing, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a bright white color pressed under the Buddha niche on the table, so he walked over and pulled out a piece of silk.

Liu Shouyi glanced at Pei Aosong with the corner of his eye and lowered his head even more. He spoke about the Old Madam's pulse, but Pei Aosong didn't listen to it completely.

"How could it be here..." Pei Aosong muttered to himself, looking at his mother lying on the bed in a coma, he probably had the answer in his heart.

At this time, Nanny Qingyin walked into the room to pass the message, "Master, someone from the Dali Temple came to pass the message."

Pei Aosong put away the silk and said to Liu Shouyi in a hurry, "Take good care of my mother."

Then he walked towards the outside of the house. After listening to the message from Song Shijie's subordinates, his brows frowned even deeper.

"A Yan," Pei Aosong called his personal servant, "You tell Steward Li to arrange accommodation for the Dali Temple people in the mansion."

"Yes." A Yan agreed and was about to turn around and walk away to handle the matter, but was called by Pei Aosong again.

Pei Aosong thought of smallpox, shook his head and sighed, and added: "Order down to seal each courtyard and each room, not allowed to walk around at will, not allowed to leave their own courtyard, and burn mugwort for disinfection every day."

A Yan looked up and asked him, "Master, any other orders?"

If it is really smallpox, the people in the mansion cannot go out, but the daily supply in the mansion cannot be broken, especially Su Wanqiu's side. Wanqiu's food and clothing have always been the best.

Secondly, he was most worried about the young Yang Ge'er. It would be best if Jinxiu Garden was not infected by Lin Jiaojiao. If it was infected, it would not be easy to explain to his father-in-law.

He frowned, "You send a letter to the Imperial Hospital, ask them to prescribe the best smallpox prescription, and send it to the West Gate."

"Also, keep the smallpox matter secret from the Imperial Hospital, especially not to let it reach the Prime Minister's ears."

A Yan nodded repeatedly, confirming that Pei Aosong had no other arrangements, and then replied, "Okay, Master, I will handle it."

After all the things were arranged, Pei Aosong still didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Not only that, but he also had a belly of anger toward Lin Jiaojiao.

If the news that the Pei Mansion was infected with smallpox spread, he really wouldn't be able to protect her under his father-in-law.

Forget it, forget it, it would be best if Lin Jiaojiao died because of smallpox. First, it could clear the innocence of the mansion hiding alien spies, and second, his father-in-law wouldn't investigate him deeply after seeing Lin Jiaojiao dead.

Anyway, his mother had always disliked Lin Jiaojiao.

At worst, after the storm passed, he would find a woman with better appearance and more tender looks from outside to bring into the mansion as a concubine.

But I don't know why, when he thought that Lin Jiaojiao might die because of smallpox, Pei Aosong felt a dull pain in his heart.

Could it be that he really fell in love with her?!