The Prime Minister Seduced Me to have Babies!-Chapter 359: The Fight Has Started

In the row of rooms at the back courtyard, Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Li each occupied one, while Sanya lived next to Mrs. Chen in the side room.

Yun Jiao occupied three rooms in the east wing by herself.

One served as a study, another as a bedroom, while one was temporarily empty.

On the west wing side, Guihua lived with Yingzi in one room.

There were two more empty rooms, with furniture set up, ready for the female tutor to move in when she was invited.

Jiang Youzhi took down the gauze curtains and doors from the front and installed them in Yun Jiao’s bedroom.

Jiang Youzhi and Lin Shuo had also moved their rooms in the front; Lin Shuo and Ah Hu lived on the east wing side.

The next day, Yun Jiao had someone enlarge the window in the room on the north side of the west wing and replace the tiles for transparent ones.

She needed to quickly organize this room into a surgery room.

Today, there were people intermittently inquiring about perfume at the shop.

Yun Jiao observed that, judging from their attire, they were either servants of wealthy families or maids, likely learned of it from Princess Consort Yun’s birthday banquet two days ago.

Zhang Shun could only tell them, "There is no perfume, we only have a mosquito-repellent flower dew."

The flower dew sold for two liang of silver per bottle; some bought it, while others, uncertain, did not buy.

In just half a day, half of the dozens of flower dew bottles were sold.

By afternoon, Yun Jiao was seeing her last patient when Sanya suddenly ran over from next door. "Eldest sister-in-law, your mother is fighting with someone next door."

Yun Jiao was prescribing medicine and simply responded with an "Mm," continuing to write.

Sanya was somewhat impressed with her eldest sister-in-law; even at a time like this, she calmly finished prescribing.

After reviewing the prescription carefully, finding no issues, Yun Jiao then asked Ah Tie to take it for dispensing.

She then looked at Sanya, still standing there, and asked, "My mother is fighting with someone?"

Sanya nodded vigorously.

Yun Jiao found it hard to believe that her mother could engage in a fight.

Mrs. Li seemed so fragile, like she would be knocked over by a gust of wind. It’s more likely that she’d be beaten up herself; with such little strength, she probably couldn’t even swat a mosquito.

However, since Sanya said so, she had to go see.

Yun Jiao got up and walked with Sanya to the next door.

There were no customers in the neighboring shop; several staff gathered around the door leading to the backyard, craning their necks to look at the commotion.

Yun Jiao stood behind them and cleared her throat lightly; one staff turned around, looked at her, and awkwardly smiled, "Doctor Gu."

The staff in front turned around one after another, creating a path.

Yun Jiao walked towards the back.

After a few steps, she was shocked.

Was the woman wrestling on the ground, pulling each other’s hair, really her mother?

When did her mother become so fierce?

Yun Jiao stopped, not intending to intervene or help her mother.

Regardless of whether her mother won or lost, the best she could offer her was a bottle of bruise oil.

She leaned against the door to watch the commotion.

She noticed, apart from the several staff, the silk shop’s boss was also watching from the corridor of the opposite house.

Calling it watching the commotion was perhaps not entirely accurate.

The boss’s expression was very subtle, seemingly a bit embarrassed, yet somewhat helpless.

Before long, Yun Jiao realized that the woman with disheveled hair entangled with Mrs. Li was the silk shop’s landlady.

Yun Jiao suddenly felt something was off.

Logically, the silk shop staff and the boss should have separated the two women immediately; this was where the landlady resided, these people couldn’t just watch her be bullied.

People always protect those close to them rather than focusing on right or wrong.

But the scenario was strange; everyone was just watching.

Yun Jiao frowned, unable to comprehend the underlying reason.