CHAPTER 490: CHAPTER 490 FILIAL PIETY

After swallowing a bowl of bitter medicine, Su Jin finally felt better after about a quarter of an hour.

The itch on her back subsided, and the red rash on her face gradually faded.

The allergic reaction she just experienced was truly terrifying. As a doctor, she was used to seeing others with allergies, but having gone through it herself, she had no desire to experience it again.

But lychees—

Su Jin wanted to cry.

They were her absolute favorite fruit, without a doubt.

To be so cruelly deprived of her favorite.

This was just too unfair to her!

Xie Jingchen looked at Xingxing, "How come I’ve never heard you mention that the Heir’s wife can’t eat lychees?"

"The Marquis and Madam didn’t let me say," Xingxing replied honestly.

"The lady is allergic to lychees, and they were afraid that if they said something, others would use lychees against her, so the fewer people who know, the better."

"After the lady married into the mansion, I informed the small kitchen that she doesn’t like to eat lychees and longans, but she’ll eat everything else."

"It’s just that I never expected the first person to give her lychees would be the Emperor."

Looking at Su Jin’s face covered in rashes, as well as her neck and the back of her hands,

Xingxing was filled with resentment towards the Emperor.

Su Jin, "..."

Xie Jingchen, "..."

Afraid others would use lychees to scheme against her...

Su Jin held her head in her hands.

Though it was for her own good, why did it feel like an insult?

"Why didn’t anyone tell me?" Su Jin asked.

Xingxing rubbed her forehead, apologetically saying, "Since no one brought lychees to the lady, I didn’t think to mention it."

"It’s all my fault. Lady Chi’s music was just so beautiful that I listened for a bit longer."

"If I had returned earlier, the lady wouldn’t have eaten the lychees."

Knowing that the Emperor had gifted her lychees, Xingxing had rushed back at full speed and then worked hard to brew the medicine, so Su Jin didn’t blame Xingxing.

Peering through the bead curtain, Su Jin looked at that big box of lychees, a love so painful and deep, and asked reluctantly, "How should we handle that box of lychees?"

After all, they were a gift from the Emperor.

Throwing them away was definitely not an option.

If they were to eat them, Xingxing and Xie Jingchen, plus a hidden guard, wouldn’t be able to finish them.

Eating too many lychees could cause one to become overheated.

"Send them to the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion," Xie Jingchen said.

Xingxing shook her head like a rattle, "The Marquis and Madam don’t eat lychees."

"Are they allergic too?" Su Jin exclaimed in surprise.

"I don’t know if Madam is allergic or not, I’ve never seen her eat them, but the Young Master and the Marquis aren’t allergic to lychees," Xingxing replied cautiously.

Su Jin’s lychee allergy had once even caused a false accusation.

Su Chong thought a restaurant had poisoned the food, causing a tavern at the foot of Qingyun Mountain to be reduced to rubble.

There definitely weren’t any lychees on Qingyun Mountain.

Su Jin also didn’t know she was allergic to lychees.

One time, Su Chong accompanied her down to the street to stroll around, and they happened to encounter a vendor selling dried lychees.

Su Jin, with a craving, bought some and ate a few while waiting for food at a restaurant.

Not only did Su Jin eat them, but Su Chong and Xingxing did as well.

But nothing happened to them; only Su Jin developed a rash on her face.

Su Chong, unaware it was a misunderstanding, almost beat the tavern’s Shopkeeper to death, thinking he had poisoned Su Jin’s food.

Afterwards, once they understood it was a misunderstanding, Marquis Dongxiang even asked Su Chong to personally apologize and pay for the damages to the tavern.

From that day on, they realized Su Jin couldn’t eat lychees.

"Mother can’t eat them, but my father and older brother can," Su Jin said.

Xingxing shook her head repeatedly.

"The Young Master doesn’t eat them either," Xingxing said.

"Why?"

Xingxing continued:

Staying at Qingyun Mountain, you could often hear Su Chong wondering if he was truly their biological son.

He and Su Jin were both children of Marquis Dongxiang and Mrs. Tang.

He was fine after eating lychees, but Su Jin would get a rash after just a few.

Moreover, Marquis Dongxiang and Mrs. Tang immediately knew she was allergic to lychees.

This suggested that they too had a lychee allergy, at least one of them did.

He must have been adopted.

Su Chong didn’t want to admit to such a guess.

He figured it wasn’t that he wasn’t allergic, but that he was simply stronger than Su Jin.

After all, he was trained in martial arts, perhaps the amount of lychees he ate wasn’t enough.

So he bought all the lychees from the vendor, hiding on the roof to eat them.

But after eating a pile of lychees, he didn’t get a rash as he hoped; instead, he—

Had a nosebleed.

Every time Xingxing thought about it, the Young Master’s misery seemed genuine.

Not just his nosebleed felt pitiful.

He was also beaten quite severely afterwards.

Marquis Dongxiang knew what Su Chong was thinking and ate more than ten lychees in front of him without breaking out in a rash either.

Su Chong was overjoyed until Marquis Dongxiang slapped him on the head and said, "Your sister takes after your mother, you take after me."

Then, he gave Su Chong a good beating.

If Su Chong were allergic to lychees, considering the amount he ate, it would have been enough to cost him several lives.

To verify whether he was adopted, he risked his life, better beaten to death than risk being done in by himself.

After eating way too many lychees and losing a significant amount of nosebleed, Su Chong no longer dared to eat them.

Su Jin had a speechless expression, "So does this mean no one in Dongxiang Marquis Mansion likes eating lychees anymore?"

Xingxing nodded emphatically.

Meanwhile, at the Jibei Marquis Mansion.

Young Master Su and Young Master Shen were gathered at the table eating lychees.

"These fresh lychees taste way better than dried ones," Young Master Su said, looking satisfied.

"Shame we don’t get to eat them often," the Ninth Prince said.

"You’re a prince, don’t you get to eat them often?" Young Master Shen asked.

The Ninth Prince shook his head, feeling down, "They’re tributes, I only get them if my father grants them."

He was a rather inconspicuous young prince, so his father hardly remembered him.

If he hadn’t been staying at the Jibei Marquis Mansion, he wouldn’t have gotten any this time either.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt.

The Ninth Prince’s hands slowed down peeling lychees, tears almost rolling down.

Young Master Su handed a peeled lychee to the Ninth Prince, saying, "It’s just lychees, do they really bring you to tears?"

The Ninth Prince, "..."

Was he touched?

No, he was frustrated!

The Ninth Prince reached out to take the lychee.

Young Master Su popped it into his own mouth.

Standing hand-in-the-air awkwardly, the Ninth Prince felt a strong urge to punch him.

Young Master Su climbed down from the chair and whispered into the Ninth Prince’s ear.

The Ninth Prince furrowed his little brow and said, "Do we really have to do this?"

"Do you want to eat more or not?" Young Master Su asked.

"I do."

Then, the few little ones went to say goodbye to Old Madam Shen.

"I haven’t been back to the palace in a while, I’d like to go back and accompany my father for a couple of days," the Ninth Prince said.

Old Madam Shen smiled kindly, "What a filial child, go ahead."

"We’ll escort the Ninth Prince back," Young Master Su said.

Old Madam Shen had no objections and instructed the maid to prepare an ice brazier for their carriage to prevent the Ninth Prince and the others from getting too hot.

The maid hurried off to make arrangements.

Young Master Su and the Ninth Prince weren’t afraid of the heat; no matter how big the sun, they couldn’t stand being cooped up indoors.

As they were about to leave, Miss Shen followed closely behind them.

The maid held her back.

Miss Shen kicked her feet, "Let me go, let me go."

"I want to go to the palace and mooch the Emperor’s lychees too."

Old Madam Shen, "..."