"Grandfather, I can bring this prescription out and put it in our family's shop. As for the medicinal ingredients, they might not be as good as those in the palace, but as long as we select the finest quality herbs, the medicinal effects will surely be sufficient. We can compress costs, subsidize a portion of the expense, and sell it to the common people at the lowest possible price, making it affordable for everyone," Li Man'er said. "I think this is a good deed that will bring blessings. We can consider it as accumulating merit for my mother and my younger uncle."
Ning Liancheng nodded repeatedly, "Excellent! Excellent! You are a kind-hearted child, a good child of our Ning family. Qianjing, I'll leave this matter to you."
Ning Qianjin quickly agreed.
"By the way, is there still hope for your uncle's eyes?"
Ning Daocheng's tendons had been severed, and ordinary doctors would not be able to cure him. But who was Li Man'er? She had the Spiritual Mist Spring, a treasure capable of reviving the dead and regenerating bone. Healing limb disabilities was no difficult task for her.
However, Ning Daocheng's background had always been a concern for her. If the barbarians found out about Ning Daocheng's lineage, they might try every means to get him out of the frontier, perhaps even under the pretext of avenging Duo Hahan, and threaten him. At that time, the Ning family would also be unable to escape unscathed, possibly falling into an abyss of eternal damnation.
Therefore, when Li Man'er treated Ning Daocheng, she was cautious. She only healed the meridians in his hands but not his legs. His current wheelchair travel was quite convenient, and the dexterity of his fingers would gradually improve, eventually making him no different from a normal person. As for his eyes.
Living in darkness and unable to walk was simply too cruel. Thus, Li Man'er decided to heal Ning Daocheng's eyes, restore his vision, and make him as normal as possible. Perhaps in the future, she might even be able to heal his legs.
"Grandfather, please don't worry! I am very confident in treating my uncle's eyes. There are still two more acupuncture sessions and ten days of external herbal application. We'll see the results in ten days."
Ning Liancheng was a little emotional, "Good, good, thanks to Man'er."
Li Man'er said, "You should stay in the capital for a while longer. Once the Emperor's condition stabilizes, I will go home with you for a few days. I will also help Grandmother recuperate, ensuring you both live happily to a hundred years old."
Ning Liancheng laughed heartily, "A hundred years old, Xiao Man'er, you are truly bold. Then I'll be an immortal."
As they chatted and laughed, time passed quickly.
Li Man'er, along with Ning Liancheng and Ning Qianjin, went to see Ning Daocheng.
"Uncle, how are you feeling?"
Ning Daocheng was doing the finger rehabilitation exercises that Li Man'er had taught him. Hearing Li Man'er's voice, he immediately turned his head towards the door, "Man'er, Father, Eldest Brother, you've come." His eyes were covered with bandages, and he sat in a wheelchair, yet he still appeared as a gentle and refined young man.
"Do you feel anything today?"
Ning Daocheng patted his legs, "I feel something, but there's no strength." It was even difficult to move them slightly.
Li Man'er silently offered an apology.
"However, my eyes have been a bit itchy recently."
Li Man'er said, "Uncle, you don't need to rush. We still have two acupuncture sessions and ten days of medicine. You can put your mind at ease. I will definitely make you see the light again."
Ning Daocheng smiled, "I'm fine. Man'er, you don't need to feel pressured." He knew that Li Man'er always kept her promises and would cure him. Such a miraculous item as the Sumeru Mustard Seed had been in his sister's hands for so many years without any use, but it had displayed its great power in Man'er's hands. How could this not make him believe in the magic of destiny!
Perhaps it was that mortals like them were not fortunate enough to receive the blessings of the gods, and only someone with abundant blessings and great destiny like Man'er could wield it.
As for... why Man'er hadn't healed his legs, there must be a reason.
If he could regain his sight, be able to write and practice medicine, it would be a gift from heaven. If one's heart was never satisfied, then they would be ungrateful.
While they were talking, Ziyan came looking for them, "County Princess, the Ninth Prince is here."
"Oh, is he not busy anymore?" Their wedding was set for the end of the year. Qi Yihan was busy with wedding preparations and court affairs, working tirelessly.
Since the Ning family arrived in the capital, they had not yet met the Ninth Prince.
"Man'er, we should hurry over and pay our respects to the Prince."
The innate sense of hierarchy deeply ingrained in the ancients made Li Man'er feel speechless yet somewhat amused.
With no other choice, she led the Ning father and son to meet Qi Yihan.
Before Ning Liancheng and the others could offer their greetings, they saw Qi Yihan perform a junior's courtesy, bowing to Ning Liancheng, "Greetings, Maternal Grandfather, and my two uncles."
What was going on!
Ning Liancheng stood there stunned, and Ning Qianjin was sweating profusely, unable to speak coherently.
"Your Highness, you are... you are humbling this old man."
Qi Yihan maintained his usual calm expression, "Today, we speak of kinship, not of status."
"Yes!" The three Ning men were still somewhat uneasy, but fortunately, although Qi Yihan's face was stern, his tone was pleasant, which reassured them.
"Maternal Grandfather, my marriage with Man'er was bestowed by the Empress Dowager. According to etiquette, the betrothal gifts should have been sent to the Marquis of Iron Gallantry's manor, but Man'er was unwilling, and the Li family has indeed been problematic..."
Mentioning this matter, the faces of the Ning father and son turned grim. Madam Ning's wrongful death after more than ten years, caused by her husband's family, was like a knife piercing the hearts of the Ning family.
"I thought it would be better to have the elders of the Ning family act in place of parents," Qi Yihan said. "We can buy a residence in the capital. After the betrothal ceremony, the gifts can be sent to the Ning manor. What do you think?"
Ning Liancheng was still hesitant. After the Li family's behavior, they had no right to meddle in Li Man'er's marriage. However, Li Shu was still alive, and there were still members of the Li clan.
"I'm afraid it wouldn't be proper etiquette, and besides, would the Li clan agree?" Such an honorable marriage to a prince's manor, they wouldn't just hand it over, would they?
Qi Yihan's gaze turned colder, "They have no choice but to agree."
That's right!
Ning Liancheng's heart suddenly opened. What kind of person was the Ninth Prince? Would the Li family dare to cause trouble before him? As long as the Ninth Prince was there, no matter how unhappy the Li family was, they would have to suppress it.
Thinking of the Li family's helpless state, Ning Liancheng felt immense satisfaction.
It served them right!
"Good, in that case, I will follow the Prince's wishes."
Qi Yihan added, "I have already instructed someone to prepare a residence. Maternal Grandfather, please take some time to look at it. If anything is missing, just instruct someone to procure it."
Ning Liancheng also understood. The Ninth Prince was doing this to give Li Man'er face. The Ning family was the foremost merchant family in the land; what kind of residence couldn't they afford? But no matter how wealthy they were, they were still merchants, and some residences in certain areas were not as simple to purchase as they wished.