"Master, is it possible that the fact that my little girl is bedridden has something to do with Scholar Feng?" Madame Guogong asked with a look of surprise and uncertainty on her face.
"What's going on with Scholar Feng?" Jiang Nai asked without answering.
Mrs. Han Qiu interjected: "This scholar has really caused misfortune to our third lady."
"He is a prodigal son, and he has been entangled with Miss San because of a chance encounter at Zhuguo Temple."
"Madam, I want to hear the truth." Jiang Nai interrupted her chatter with an unusually cold expression.
Han Qiu choked up and was speechless.
The Duke's wife sighed deeply, then turned to Jiang Nai and said, "Miss Jiang, please sit down and talk."
The two of them moved to a nearby garden pavilion and sat down.
Han Qiu ordered someone to serve tea and stand behind the Duke's wife.
"Miss Jiang Si, can my little girl's illness be cured?"
Jiang Nai looked at her with a half-smile but not a smile, "Didn't Madam hear clearly outside the window before? The daughter has been separated from her soul for many years, her body has been damaged, her soul cannot return to its place, and it is difficult for gods to save her."
"In fact, considering her situation, it can be said that she has been dead for many years."
"Impossible." Ms. Han Qiu cried out in surprise, "Our third lady has always been alive. Although she is very weak, the doctor said she is still alive."
"Living in this way?" Jiang Nai's eyes showed a bit of ridicule.
She turned to Han Qiu, who was blushing and thick-necked, and said, "Do you think, Madam Young Master, you can live in this way?"
Han Qiu immediately lowered his head like a defeated rooster, pursed his lips and whispered: "But, the doctor said..."
"Her symptoms of leaving the soul are common to ordinary people. It only takes seven days for the body to be completely separated from the soul. There is no use in trying to get it back."
"Because the moment she left her soul, strictly speaking, she was already dead."
"For cultivators, since the body functions of most cultivators are different from ordinary people, perhaps cultivators can persist for a longer period of time, but generally speaking, it is unlikely to last more than a month."
The Duke's wife's hand holding the veil started to tremble slightly, "She, how could she die? Is she dead?"
"Yes, her hands and feet are still warm, how could she be dead? And we give her some nourishing nutritional soup every day, so why is she dead?"
"Then is there any reaction in her body? If she is alive, it is impossible that she has not had a bowel movement in more than six years, right?"
The Duke's wife could hardly sit still, so Han Qiu quickly stepped forward to support her.
"Even those who are seriously ill and comatose, if they drink some nutritious soup for many days in a row, they will always have to excrete it, right? Miss Han San?"
The Duke's wife suddenly covered her face and started to cry, "Is there no way to save me?"
So isn't their persistence for more than six years a joke?
The Duke's wife's tongue coating was now bitter, and her whole body felt as if she had been soaked in cold water, extremely cold.
She felt that every word this Miss Jiang Si said was piercing her heart, penetrating her chest and lungs, making it almost difficult for her to breathe.
"Miss Han San can't come back."
The Duke's wife suddenly covered her face with a handkerchief and burst into tears.
Her cry was very sad, and there was infinite sadness in her voice.
Jiang Nai looked at her with faint eyes, "If Madam can trust me, I can help you marry the third lady."