“I… I really don’t know who that person is? I don’t really know her.”

The old woman was frightened, after all, it concerned her son's future. She didn't understand much about it. When she heard that her son couldn't take the civil service exams, she was completely dumbfounded.

Fu Jiaojiao didn't respond, she just looked at her coldly. The little milk dumpling had a strong aura and was very intimidating.

"That day, a woman said her son was sick, but she didn't want her son to take so much medicine for nothing. She wanted to find someone to try the medicine for her son and offered a lot of silver."

"So, you let my precious child be the test subject for another's son? Mother, this is your own grandson! Medicine is harmful, even in small doses. Don't you know that?" The wet nurse cried out in accusation.

The old woman, with a guilty heart, avoided her gaze. Compared to the wet nurse's grief, the old woman was also saddened, but not much.

Even Fu Jiujiao couldn't tell, was she heartbroken because no one would come to try medicine and earn her money anymore, or because she couldn't use a child to keep this dead man's daughter-in-law captive?

This child is the nanny's only hope.

Her husband is dead, and now her only child has died too. She has no family left in this house.

A tinge of sadness crept over Fu Jiujiu's heart.

What does it look like?

The old woman raised her head, “This… this I remember. She… was just a woman. Not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, not beautiful, not ugly…”

To say is as good as not saying at all.

Fu Jiujiao took a deep breath, having found this person to be crucial.

"Nian Xia, go into the house and get a piece of paper, and bring me a very thin stick."

Niàn Xiā although didn't understand, but still did as she was told, "My Lady, here it is, do you think this stick is thin enough?"

Fu Jiujiu looked at the arm-thick stick she was holding, unable to laugh or cry. "Niànxià, I'm not here for a fight."

Nián Xià looked at the old woman kneeling on the ground. Did she misunderstand?

"Oh, then this servant will go get a thinner one."

Fujujiao, fearing she would make a mistake again, stretched out her finger and made a gesture. "This thick."

Niàn Xià went to find it again and soon brought back a stick according to Fù Jiūjiū's request, then sharpened one end with her pocketknife.

Fujujiao took a look and found it was similar to a pencil. She held it in her hand and dipped it in some ink they had found during their search of the house.

Yes, she's going to paint a portrait of that person.

"Come on, tell me what's going on. Think about it and then tell me." Fu Jiujiu said.

The old woman saw that Fu Jiujiu was trying to draw a picture in a very serious way. She wondered if she could actually draw it?

If she saw him again, maybe she could still recognize him, “It’s… his eyes aren’t big, they’re a little long, yes, like this, double eyelids… There’s a small mole here, no, it’s here, oh dear, I forgot where…”

Mo said that ink wasn't like a pencil that could be erased. When she was wrong, Fu Jiujiu marked the places she had drawn incorrectly. After repeated revisions, she finally redrew a clean painting without any traces of correction.

Niang Xia and Yan Yu couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, they didn't expect their master to have such abilities.

He's truly a hidden gem.

It's been a long time since I last painted, Fu Jiujiu feels like her painting skills have regressed, and this wooden stick isn't as smooth to use as a pencil. Let's just make do with it.

Fu Jiu Jiu blew dry the ink marks and handed them to the old woman, "Take a good look, is this him?"

"Oh!" The old woman thought she had seen wrong, rubbed her eyes, and her triangular eyes widened. "Amazing, it's her, exactly the same, my god, how have you met before?"

After getting her confirmation, Fu Chirp let out a small sigh of relief.

"My Lady, have the Dark Guards deliver this to the Seventh Prince," Yan Yu reminded her.

Fu Jiujiu shook her head, "No need, Tang Qi gege can find someone faster than that."

"Who could that be?" Nianxia wondered, "Could anyone be faster than the Wind Listener Tower?"

Matters were urgent, and Fu Jiujiu didn't even care if she was exposed.

"My lady, what about them?"

Yān Yǔ pointed at the two, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the deceased child.

"Let's keep an eye on it for now."

"Princess, the young master wants to eat milk. He must be hungry."

Fu Jiujiu sighed, "You're in this state and still able to feed him?"

"I'm fine, I... I'm alright." The wet nurse said through the pain.

Fujujiao shook her head. "You're misunderstanding, we've all been in contact with Baoer now, who knows who might be carrying the illness. If you don't want to die, just stay here for now. If you go out and run around, there's only one way that ends - death."

Ancient pandemics, with bodies piling up everywhere, are no laughing matter.

What shall we do about that young master?

"You don't need to worry about that."

Fu Jiujiu took the portrait and hurried back to find Qin Chuang. His craftsmanship was still decent, so she asked him to carve the portrait well and distribute it overnight.

Breaking news, a reward of a thousand taels is offered, and the Ge family is the primary target of the search.

Tang Xian came to the Fu family, but was turned away at the door.

This is still the first time.

"Tang Qi Gege, you should still go back. Right now, we are not suitable to meet." Fu Jiujiu didn't know if she had been infected or not, so she just controlled her own people from running around. Once symptoms were discovered, they would be treated in time.

However, she had everyone in the family drink the spring water beforehand. Spring water has the effect of detoxifying and strengthening the body, so it should be able to withstand some illnesses.

Tang Xian frowned, he ignored her obstruction and still wanted to go in, but the little milk dumpling retreated a few steps. This wasn't just playing around.

If you have something to say, just stand there and say it.

Tang Xian couldn't resist her, "I heard you were looking for someone, why not use my people."

"Well, that's the story. Fu Jiujiu sighed, "Your people aren't as fast as mine."

"Who are you people?"

"Well. Okay, okay, I'll explain when I have time. You go back now, by the way, here you go, drink a little bit of this every day."

Fu Jiujiao used a handkerchief to pass him a water bag, which was filled with spiritual spring water she had taken from her spatial storage.

Tang Xian still wanted to ask further, but Fu Jiu Jiu had already closed the door tightly in front of Qin Chuan.

Tang Xian watched her tiny figure gradually disappear from sight, an unspeakable worry filling his heart.

The next day, newspapers appeared on every street corner, with the woman's portrait splashed across the front page.

Three days later, nearby towns also had the same newspaper.

Tang Xian only then realized that what he had guessed before was correct. This so-called newspaper was truly related to the little dumpling.

Whenever she mentioned it herself, she would evade the topic. But this time, she proactively exposed it, which shows that something is serious.

The name "Tianhua" strikes terror into the hearts of all.

……

"Miss, what shall we do? Now all over the capital city are portraits of me. They will find you very soon."

The temptation of a thousand taels of silver is too great. Even if they didn't say it, the people around them would.

"Cough, cough..." Ge Siyan coughed violently, opened the handkerchief, and there was a pool of blood on it.

She was dying soon, and even at death's door, she could drag a few accomplices down with her. Dying like that wasn't a loss. When she met her brother in the afterlife, she could finally apologize to him.

This novel is first published on the website

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