Ji Shu fell softly into Xitao's arms.
Xitao burst into tears at the drop of a hat, crying loudly: "Young madam! Nothing can happen to you! The doctor of the house! The doctor of the house!!"
The doctor who had been waiting by the carriage rushed forward and immediately took his pulse.
The mother-in-law was frightened. Seeing the people onlookers stretching their necks and looking this way, she hurriedly said:
"It's better to help the young lady into the shop first!"
"No! Madam's pulse is disordered, so she cannot be moved for the time being!"
The doctor of the government took out a sugar pill and fed it to Ji Shu.
"Xitao, I told you yesterday that my wife's body has become sick from overwork! She must rest and rest. Don't worry about it for a year or two! Don't work hard! This, this is only one night! How could my wife be so weak! Tell me quickly What did the young lady eat and do yesterday, so I can give you the right medicine!"
"It's all the slave's fault. The old lady and the eldest lady are anxious about the shop. The young lady has to read all the shop's account books for March and April within one night. The young lady lights up the lamp and stays up all night. In addition, she went to the uncle's house yesterday. I went to the house for a banquet...I didn't close my eyes for about fifteen or six hours..."
The doctor: "What a sin! The young lady has been working hard for six years, and her body is already very weak. This, isn't this - getting sicker on top of her illness!"
"Hurry and help the young lady get into the carriage and go back to the house!"
The carriage sped away, and the merchants and people near Yunxiafang heard it clearly and started making noises.
"The ladies of the Marquis Mansion are so cold-blooded! They forced their daughter-in-law to vomit blood. They even ignored her life for the sake of money!"
"I heard that Mrs. Hou was dissatisfied with her daughter-in-law, so she gave her daughter-in-law's housekeeping rights to her sister-in-law. As a result, the shop was in debt everywhere, and she also attracted wolves into the house, and the shop was completely ruined!"
"Bah! I didn't believe my daughter-in-law at first, but now I want my daughter-in-law to wipe her aunt's ass despite her illness. What kind of person is this?"
"What a wicked mother-in-law and a wicked grandmother who suffered so much for the second young lady. What a good wife to marry into such a family!"
"..."
The old lady's mother-in-law stood in the middle of the street with a pale face, and the people on both sides pointed at her.
She raised her hands to cover her face with her sleeves, and ran away from the backyard with her head down.
The Shuntian government officials dispersed the crowd watching the excitement and were about to head back home when they saw Kang Liancheng still in the middle of the road, looking at Ji Shu's carriage as it drove away.
The catcher stepped forward and said, "Sir Zhizhong, that second young lady is really pitiful. What do you think we should do with this case now?"
"First put up a wanted notice. Then we'll keep an eye on several pawnshops in the city. You can search the city walls. If this group of people has already escaped, they shouldn't be able to get far."
Kang Liancheng thought that if he recovered the losses of Yunxiafang as soon as possible, Ji Shu might be better off in Wudinghou Mansion.
He thought about Ji Shu's weak appearance just now and raised his eyebrows with a complicated expression.
On the other side, the mother-in-law ran back to the Hou Mansion and went straight to the old lady's yard.
"Old lady! Something bad is going to happen, something is going to go wrong!"
"What's the matter? Are you in such a panic? You're back so soon. Have you checked all of Ji Shu's shops?"
The old lady stood up.
The mother-in-law knelt on the footrest and said with a grimace, "The young lady vomited blood in Yunxiafang!"
"ah?"
The old lady was horrified, "Vomiting blood? It's true!"
"It's true, many people near Yunxiafang saw it and said that you and the eldest lady were cruel and abused the young lady..."
The old lady rolled her eyes, collapsed on the bed, kept stroking her heart, shaking her hands and calling to Mother Song:
"Hurry up and send all the ginseng, angelica, donkey-hide gelatin, whatever is good for replenishing qi and blood, in the treasury to Changleyuan! We must save Ji Shu's life!"
If Ji Shu really dies, if she takes her last breath, what will happen to her shop?
"Don't worry, madam, I will send you off right away!"
After Song's mother left, the mother-in-law walked up to her and said, "Old madam, there are a lot of discussions outside now, how should we deal with it?"
"Damn Ji Shu, why are you going out when you're so sick? You're making me look miserable!"
The old man thought for a while and said heartbrokenly: "Go, get a thousand taels from my private treasury, and go to the drug store to get some medicine for her. Remember, get the good ones and get the expensive ones!"
"Old slave understands! Old slave, go now!"
At that time, in Changle Hospital, Xitao and the doctor helped Ji Shu enter the door. After closing the door, the master and servant looked at each other and burst into laughter.
There were people outside the house, and neither of them dared to laugh too loudly.
Xitao covered her stomach and said in a breathy voice: "Miss, I can't survive this slave... I'm laughing so much that my stomach hurts..."
Ji Shu smiled and took out a betel nut from his sleeve pocket and stuffed it into her.
"Try it, it tastes pretty good."
The doctor smiled and said: "Madam, you can't eat too much betel nut. If you eat too much, you will get dental disease."
Xitao said while chewing: "The color is really like blood."
Ji Shu took a sip of water before going out, and the blood he spat out looked quite scary at first glance. If Xitao hadn't known the inside story, he would have thought Ji Shu was terminally ill.
"Young Madam——"
Xitao helped Ji Shu sit on the pillow while Song's mother looked inside.
The government doctor pretended to check Ji Shu's pulse, and Song's mother called the servants behind her to carry the medicinal materials into the house.
She ran to the bed and said respectfully: "Young madam, please rest in peace and recover. The old lady has given you a lot of medicinal materials to replenish qi and blood. Doctor, you must cure the young madam!"
"Mom, please reassure the old lady. I will do my best."
Ji Shu sat back lazily. She didn't need to perform too hard in front of Song's mother.
"The account books are all on the table. You can take them back to the old lady."
"Eh!"
Just as Mother Song was about to leave, Ji Shu suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
"Doctor, please take those medicinal materials down to prepare the medicine."
The doctor agreed, respectfully exited with the medicinal materials, and closed the door.
Mother Song picked up her clothes and knelt on the ground. Ji Shu said, "You've done very well in the past few months."
"Thank you, madam. Can the young lady ask me to take a look at my son? Just one look!"
"I'll ask him to write you a letter another day. As for the meeting, I'm afraid you'll delay the business."
Mother Song didn’t dare to ask for more, so it was good to have faith. She said positively:
"After the young lady left the capital, the old slave followed your orders. He knocked on the bottom of the bed every day when the old lady was sleeping, or woke the old lady up in the middle of the night and told her that she was talking in her sleep. What the hell, the king of hell or something! I People are convinced that even if the old slave doesn’t make up stories, she always thinks that she has dreamed about the underworld, dreaming about ghosts or something like that. The old slave looks at it... and within a few months she won’t be able to hold on anymore.”
From the initial fear, Song's mother is now impatient. Only when the old lady dies can she and her son be freed.
Ji Shu said calmly: "Don't make arbitrary decisions. I don't want to keep her filial piety now."
After three years of filial piety, how can she reconcile with the old lady after she dies, and how can she fulfill her promise to Qi Ye?
Before, death meant death. Ji Shu had spent his whole life betting on bringing down the Wuding Hou Mansion, but now it was different. She had concerns, so the old lady couldn't die too quickly.
"Be careful yourself and at least... let her live until Marquis Wu Ding's birthday in two months."
Within two months, she should be able to reconcile with Qi Chengxu.
"Yes, I remember it."
…
Two flowers bloomed, one on each branch. Li came out of the jewelry shop, glanced at the person behind her from the corner of her eye, and rolled her eyes.
"It's like dog-skin plaster. It's really annoying."
