"I think it will be wonderful when I show up in front of all of them." A smile spread across the woman's face, "Yes, my subordinates are also waiting to see this day." The woman driving the car also stared at Ling Mansion.

"Mother, now that Ling Xiran is married to Nan Yuanchen, what should I do." It's been two years, and Ling Yuran's arrogant temper hasn't been restrained at all because he was found out about his son and the fourth prince, but has become even more impatient.

"What's the hurry, wait for another two years, and forget about this matter in the capital, you will definitely be able to find a good family with your appearance." Although Ruan Wanyan has lost weight in the past two years, she is old and decrepit, and her appearance is long gone.

However, she is smart herself, and she has given Ling Yunhai a lot of ideas in the affairs of the previous dynasty, which has kept her position as the main mother of her son, even if she is the biological daughter of the old lady, the old lady can't help her in this matter.

"Two more years? Won't I become an old woman who can't get married? I don't want it. Ling Yuran is now 15 years old, and people of the same age have been married for a year, but what about her, a few years ago, there was a matchmaker who came to propose marriage, but now there is no one.

"Good, now that Ling Youran is dead, no one is robbing you, we have a chance." The daughter who has worked so hard to cultivate is going to marry an adult's family, not to marry a petty official casually to fill the house.

"But, mother, we didn't even find her bones two years ago, do you think, will she actually be alive?" In Ling Yuran's heart, she has had this kind of faint worry in the past two years.

"No, don't forget, your eldest sister was also present at the time, and the testimony she made showed that the little was dead." Ruan Wan's face showed a fierce face, not at all like her gentle appearance in front of people.

"Yes." Ling Yuran listened to her mother's words, and her heart was a little more steady, "Oh, my head." Ruan Wanyan was fine, but she suddenly had a headache.

"Mother, do you have a headache again? Someone, please doctor! Ling Yuran called a maid to ask for a doctor. In the past two years, Aunt Ruan often had headaches, and the doctor couldn't see anything at first, and then she was overworked and had a headache.

"Doctor, how is my mother?" Ling Yuran was a little anxious, "It seems that Madame hasn't rested well during this time, and her head wind disease has become more severe." The doctor pulled out the silver needle on Ruan Wanyan's head, touched his beard, and carried the medicine box to the table to write the prescription.

"Mother, how are you?" Ling Yuran took Ruan Wanyan's hand, Ruan Wanyan shook her head, "I'm much better." The doctor glanced at Ling Yuran, "I did acupuncture for my wife just now, and I will have to do acupuncture every seven days after that to relieve the pain." ”

Ling Yuran nodded, and asked the doctor to follow the doctor to the pharmacy to grab the medicine, "Mother, you don't need to fight so hard now, there is no one in this Ling Mansion who can stand in our way anymore." Ling Yuran comforted Ruan Wanyan.

Waiting for the maid of the Ling Mansion to finish grabbing the medicine and leaving, Doctor Yang entered the back hall, and a woman was sitting on a seat, "Sent away?" The woman took a sip of tea.

"Yes, as you commanded, I placed the powder you gave me on the silver needle." Dr. Yang lowered his head, but still peeked at the woman from time to time, as if he didn't dare to look at her.