The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 1963: Chapter 1963: Immaturity (1)

The word ”arranged marriage” made Yang Ruxin’s heart tighten slightly. In history, there are so many examples of arranged marriages, yet there are very few like Wang Zhaojun who are remembered for eternity. Most of the princesses who entered arranged marriages lived quite miserably. Even if their husbands loved them, the pain of never seeing their loved ones again for the rest of their lives is something not everyone can endure.

”Why are you looking at me like that?” Jiang Fangfei laughed, ”Are you worried about me?”

”Worrying is useless,” Yang Ruxin sighed.

”Yes,” Jiang Fangfei nodded, ”Actually, I’ve come to terms with it. Because I know my fate, I’ve never dared to fall for anyone...” She paused, ”The commander Wu helped me...”

Yang Ruxin nodded.

Jiang Fangfei pulled Yang Ruxin to sit on the edge of the flower bed beside them, ”If he hadn’t been injured, I wouldn’t have exposed my feelings. Now it seems, I’m still... too immature...”

”Haha...” Yang Ruxin laughed, ”What’s the point of being so mature when you’re just a teenage girl?” She turned to look at Jiang Fangfei’s delicate profile, ”Actually, before I entered the capital, my biggest fear was meeting noblewomen. In my mind, noblewomen were always haughty and looking down on everything. To put it bluntly, I thought they were brainless. So, I never wanted to socialize because I didn’t want to become friends with you all. Though I’m really not afraid of you, I do fear trouble. But you and Zizi have changed my view. Not all noblewomen are annoying...”

Jiang Fangfei was taken aback and looked at Yang Ruxin, then smiled, ”You really are... Actually, true aristocratic families’ daughters receive strict education from a young age, learning household management, dealing with subordinates, accounting, etiquette, and much more. They wouldn’t make enemies without reason... People like Wang Zhengzheng are, after all, the minority...”

”What are you two doing here?” Yang Ruxin was about to say something when she saw Qi Zizi running over with a group of people, ”Aren’t you hungry? It’s time to eat.”

Jiang Fangfei’s gaze fell on Hen Ziyue’s face.

”Commander Wu was indeed poisoned. General Gu just went over to check, but with Sister Xin’s pill, he’s fine now. My grandfather also prescribed a tonic for him, and he’ll be back on his feet in two or three days...” Hen Ziyue quickly recounted the story of how she sought her grandfather’s help to treat Wu Zhaoyao and then stared wide-eyed at Yang Ruxin, ”Sister Xin, my grandfather said, your pill...”

”It’s the Hundred Spirit Pill made by my master, and it can cure any poison that’s not too strange,” Yang Ruxin said as she pulled out another small bottle, ”There’s one more pill, take it to your Medical Officer Hen.”

Hen Ziyue almost skipped away joyfully.

”Sister Xin, is your pill very expensive?” Jiao Feng asked curiously, looking at Yang Ruxin.

”Yes.” Yang Ruxin nodded, ”I’ve heard that in the martial world, my master’s Hundred Spirit Pill is invaluable.”

”Then...”

”Medical Officer Hen is a good person,” Yang Ruxin shrugged, ”I like to be friends with people who have a good mind technique. He’s a doctor, and having such a pill can be useful in case of emergencies. Moreover, while it’s very expensive and hard to obtain for others, it really means nothing to me...” In her space, she indeed had a pile of all kinds of pills, all stored in barrels, and there were at least a few thousand. Besides, those two old men were constantly developing new medicines.