In front of the gate of Liuheguan Academy, a path was opened directly to the bottom of the mountain.
The servants carrying food and charcoal fire and the women supported by maids and servants craned their necks anxiously to look for their young master.
Mrs. Yang heard that her beloved grandson was injured by a collapsed beam and almost didn't survive. He staggered and almost fell into the snow.
Mrs. Yang San's face was also filled with sadness. She supported her mother-in-law and rushed to the place where her son rested as quickly as possible.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Yang Qiming, who was pale and obviously lost a lot of weight. His tears fell down like broken beads.
Old Mrs. Yang's heart felt as if someone had cut it open, and she was trembling in pain: "My dear grandson, my dear grandson, you have suffered. Let grandma see where you are injured?"
Yang Qiming couldn't bear his grandmother's worry and laughed: "It's okay, your grandson is very lucky, and the Lord of Hell doesn't dare to accept it."
"Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, are you allowed to talk nonsense like this?"
When Mrs. Yang San saw that her son was fine when he left home and went to school, but almost lost half his life, her temper suddenly became fierce. She ignored the upbringing etiquette and immediately got angry at the superintendent who was following behind.
"My son has been weak since he was a child. He has always been taken care of by the family. He has never even had a scratch on his skin. He came to the academy to study hard, but he died half of his life. Today, if Liuheguan Academy does not give the Yang family an explanation, I will go to the government. Find someone who can solve the case!"
"Mom... it has nothing to do with the academy..."
"Shut up, take good care of yourself, and don't interfere!"
Everyone knows that the eldest wife of the Yang family is the sister of the magistrate of this town, and her husband's family is an official of the imperial court. She has a prominent family and cannot afford to offend her.
The superintendent quickly apologized and said, "Madam, please calm down. Young Master Yang's injury was caused by the accumulation of heavy snow, which caused the roof to collapse. It was really a natural disaster."
"The incident happened in the academy, and we will not shirk responsibility. The academy will bear the young master's medical expenses, and students injured in this disaster will have all future expenses at the academy waived."
Mrs. Yang San frowned. Is her family short of money?
Can any amount of money pay for the suffering that my son suffered?
She wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Yang held her back with a hint of apology.
"Superintendent, don't blame me. My wife was frightened by her grandson's injury, so she spoke indiscriminately."
"Understand, understand, it's human nature." The superintendent handed over his hand and hurriedly left the place of right and wrong.
After watching the superintendent leave, Old Mrs. Yang turned around and changed her expression, and scolded: "How many times have I told you, don't use your brother to scare people when you go out? Let's not mention that Ming'er's injury to the school was unintentional. Talking about Shanchang Pei’s background, what’s the use of bringing up your brother?”
"Isn't he just a demoted official in the capital? I don't know which dignitary I offended in the capital. I went to Xiaopo Academy to be the head of the mountain. What's there to be afraid of? There are so many officials in our Yang family plus my mother's family, how can we still do it? Afraid of him?"
Old Mrs. Yang was so angry that she blew her nose and stared. She knew that her daughter-in-law was stupid, but she didn't expect to be so stupid.
To be an official in the capital, let alone how strong one is, but with the surname Pei, the Yang family would not be able to catch up even if they struggled for eight lifetimes.
The men of the Yang family have always been smart in reading, but Ming'er is an exception. His mother's inferior genes are indispensable for this.
"If you keep talking nonsense, go home and don't embarrass me!" Mrs. Yang was obviously angry.
Mrs. Yang San closed her mouth angrily, and glanced at Cheng She who was in a simple and poor house with disgust. All her servants lived better than this, and she wanted to take her son home immediately.
"There is no one to serve you here. You are short of food and clothing. Come with me quickly. Mother will make chicken soup for you to recuperate your health. Your little face is so thin, it makes my mother feel bad to see you."
After speaking, he directed the servants outside the house to enter.
But he was stopped by a slightly older voice.
"No, he is most afraid of moving now. It will involve the wound. Even if the gods come, there will be no way to save him."
Seeing that she was an old woman dressed in ordinary clothes and holding a little girl, Mrs. Yang San thought she was a servant of the academy's laundry and cleaning staff, and ignored her.
"Move quickly and be careful."
How could Mrs. Lin let her take the person away after her granddaughter spent so much effort to save her from death?
When Mrs. Yang San saw the woman blocking her, she just found a way to relieve the grievances that had been accumulating in her heart.
"You are such a rude servant and delayed my son's recovery. Can you afford to pay for it?"
Xiangyun was held by Mrs. Lin all the time, and she was still holding a small medicine basket prepared for Yang Qiming.
When she heard that grandma was being scolded, her temper suddenly rose. She smashed the medicine basket on the ground and hit Mrs. Yang San with her head like a bull.
It's a pity that he is too short, not even reaching someone's thigh.
Fortunately, he exerted all his strength, and in line with his morale, he yelled "ah" and knocked the opponent back several steps. Her waist just hit the corner of the wooden table, which made her scream in pain.
"Where did you come from, this dead girl? You're a little bastard who has a mother but no mother. Why don't you get her out of here!"
The servant was ordered to come forward and reach out to grab the girl. Unexpectedly, the little girl's hands were as slippery as a loach, and she slipped out of his hands without noticing.
Mrs. Yang San was furious: "Trash! Pull her hair, pull her ears, I don't believe she can survive the pain!"
Yang Qiming, who was separated from the door by a screen, finally broke away from his grandmother's "caress" and stretched his neck out.
When he saw it, he gasped. Dr. Lin, who had just saved his life not long ago, was being dragged out by the servants on his arms. Even the lovely Bao was being grabbed by the ear by a maid, who was about to beat him down.
His guts almost burst, and he had to get out of bed to stop him even if he was injured.
"Stop! Stop it all!" Yang Qiming was about to cry. "That's Dr. Lin who treated me and her granddaughter!"
Old Mrs. Yang didn't react much when she heard the first half of the sentence, but she was also shocked when she heard the second half.
"Are you deaf? You didn't hear what the young master said. That's the doctor. He didn't kneel down to apologize and respectfully invited the person in!"
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that these words are meant for Mrs. Yang San, but how could the master kneel down with an old woman when he made a mistake? People like them are not responsible for this.
With a crash, seven or eight servants and maids knelt on the ground.
Mrs. Yang San's expression froze, and she looked up and down at Mrs. Lin with a smile on her face.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I'm very outspoken. Don't mind, Doctor Lin. Your granddaughter looks so happy. I just thought we were destined for her."
As he spoke, he wanted to touch Xiangyun, but she nimbly dodged it.
"bad!"
"brute!"
The clear and clear milky voice, with a strong sense of disgust, was articulated so clearly that everyone in the room heard it.
The maids and servants lowered their heads, and some of them couldn't help but look at each other, exchanging shock in their eyes.
The smile on Mrs. Yang San's face was so fake that she tried to twitch the corners of her mouth for a long time, so as not to lose face on the spot.
Old Mrs. Lin dusted her sleeves and said in a tone that was neither light nor serious: "My granddaughter is innocent, so don't mind."
