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On the day Rong Jiayi entered the palace, the Emperor and Consort Rong were worried, so they sent Doctor Zhao to wait at the Rong residence.
Upon seeing him stitch a wound for the first time, Doctor Zhao was astonished, exclaiming that it was a divine skill. He had heard of the art of suturing before, but wounds stitched in such a manner often ended up uneven and twisted, making them prone to inflammation and decay, sometimes even leading to death. Even he, as a physician, would not dare to attempt it lightly.
Now that he had encountered someone who could stitch wounds so expertly, how could he not feel a sense of yearning? Thus, he earnestly expressed his desire to learn from this doctor and said he would meet any requirements she had.
However, Rong Jiayi declined, stating that it was inconvenient to disclose her identity. Doctor Zhao was anxious and unwilling to give up, so he pressed further. While he was bandaging the wound, Madam Rong also found it curious. "Speaking of which, your handling of this wound is indeed remarkable. Where did you find such an extraordinary doctor?"
Rong Jiayi remained tight-lipped, even more so than with the Emperor. "I cannot say; please do not ask again."
Madam Rong showed a hint of regret and fell silent. As for the eager Doctor Zhao, after pondering for a moment, Rong Jiayi said, "I will convey your wish to her."
Madam Rong was quite surprised. Even the esteemed Doctor Zhao wanted to take her as a master? Who on earth was she? What connection did she have with her son? A guess sparked in her mind as her gaze flickered.
Doctor Zhao expressed his gratitude profusely and requested that no matter whether the divine doctor agreed or not, Rong Jiayi should send him a reply.
Once only the two of them were left in the room, Madam Rong suddenly asked, "Jiayi, that doctor isn't a woman, is she? Are you worried about ruining her reputation?"
Rong Jiayi's expression remained unchanged; he did not respond. Others would surely not guess what he was thinking. But Madam Rong had been his mother for over twenty years; her intuition told her she was right.
Seeing signs of blossoming love in her son made her elated. She leaned closer and asked:
"Is she truly a woman? Has she ever been married? What does her family do for a living? The family background shouldn't be too high; our family's reputation is already quite prominent, so it wouldn't be suitable to marry into a noble family."
Rong Jiayi had been listening expressionlessly until the last sentence. After a brief moment of shock, he furrowed his brows and said helplessly, "Mother, where are you going with this?"
He had only met Song Feiwan a few times, though each encounter left a deep impression. But she was the Consort of the Crown Prince, his sister-in-law! How could his mother be trying to matchmake them?
Rong Jiayi denied it, yet his heart raced uncontrollably. There was also an inexplicable sense of regret lingering in the air.
Madam Rong sighed in disappointment. "If she were of good family, I would have prepared the betrothal gifts and gone to propose right away. You're not getting any younger; the eldest son of the Zhou family is already of age."
Seeing that his mother was about to start lecturing him on marriage again, Rong Jiayi interrupted, "Mother, I still have matters to attend to."
Madam Rong replied, "Every time we talk about this, you become uncooperative. It's truly giving me a headache."
Rong Jiayi remained unmoved. "I'll send someone to escort you home."
Madam Rong shook her head and stood up. "Forget it. Just take care of your wound and don't overexert yourself."
Just as Rong Jiayi was about to thank her for her concern, she changed her tone. "At your age, with your reputation for being unlucky in marriage and your declining health, no girl would want to marry you."
Rong Jiayi promptly shut his mouth.
He didn't place much importance on marriage; he would leave everything to fate. Unfortunately, all three of his fiancées had died before their wedding day, and now he held a position in the Ministry of Justice, which further delayed any prospects.
He had always been busy and didn't have strong desires. At his age, he didn't even have a servant in his room; no wonder Madam Rong was anxious.
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