Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

In Yanxi Hall, Old Mrs. Hou’s complexion has improved a lot.

Imperial Doctor Xing has been here for four days. Although Old Master Zhen’s recovery isn’t significant, it’s clear to everyone that Old Master Zhen won’t be taken by King Yama overnight. The family has prepared for long-term care of Old Master Zhen. No one is anxious; instead, they feel more settled.

Old Mrs. Hou has a good constitution. Previously, the sudden incident had struck her hard, but now everything is stable, and after taking several doses of medicine from Imperial Doctor Xing, her spirits are much better.

Old Mrs. Hou held Mrs. Zhen’s hand, smiling brightly: "It’s fortunate you all rushed back this time; otherwise..."

Seeing Mrs. Zhen frown slightly, Old Mrs. Hou quickly said, "Let’s not talk about those discouraging things. Sixth Sister, your father is recovering slowly, but his life is not in danger. Rest assured. In a couple of days, return to the Capital, as Huaili has to go to the government office and Yun Di has to study. Don’t delay."

Mrs. Zhen also understood these matters. Soon, Du Yunnuo would come of age, and they had to return to the Capital.

Yet, thinking about Old Master Zhen still lying in bed, only able to say "ah ah," Mrs. Zhen was reluctant to leave.

"Mother, I understand. Don’t worry," Mrs. Zhen said, calculating the days. To make it back to the Capital before Du Yunnuo’s coming of age, they could stay at most two more days in Tong City.

Mrs. Zhen gritted her teeth until the last day; only then did she instruct Nanny Zhao and Jin Rui to oversee packing their belongings to prepare to return home.

The family went to say goodbye to Old Mrs. Hou.

Old Mrs. Hou, despite her reluctance, could not keep her daughter, who was married into another family. The mother and daughter talked for a while.

Du Yunluo went in to see Old Master Zhen.

Old Master Zhen was awake; his face still had a yellowish hue, but the gloomy look had dissipated somewhat, and he was no longer lifeless.

Du Yunluo sat by the bed and whispered, "Grandfather, we are leaving for the Capital today."

Old Master Zhen’s eyes were half-open and vacant, his mouth opening and closing, producing a few unintelligible sounds.

Du Yunluo widened her eyes; although she couldn’t understand, it was much better than yesterday’s "ah ah."

"Mother, Mother!" Du Yunluo quickly raised her voice to call Mrs. Zhen.

"What’s wrong?" Mrs. Zhen quickly entered, looked down at Old Master Zhen, "Father?"

Old Master Zhen’s dry lips trembled, and after a while, a vague sound emerged, resembling "Sixth Sister," followed by a heavy breath.

Mrs. Zhen’s tears suddenly fell; she excitedly held Old Master Zhen’s hand: "Sixth Sister is here, Sixth Sister is here."

Seeing Mrs. Zhen cry, Du Yunluo also started to tear up.

Old Mrs. Hou, unaware of the situation inside, was anxious, and a maid quickly went out to explain carefully. Old Mrs. Hou trembled and said, "Quick, quickly get Imperial Doctor Xing."

Zhen Zimun happened to come in and almost collided with the maid rushing to fetch the physician.

Old Mrs. Hou waved him over with a smile and explained the situation. Unable to contain himself, Zhen Zimun quickly entered the inner chamber.

Old Master Zhen looked at his son, tears in his eyes, his lips moving to speak, intermittently saying a few words.

Zhen Zimun, who had been caring for Old Master Zhen, patiently listened, understood some through gestures. He cautiously half-asked, "Father, are you saying you want Sixth Sister and them to go home without worrying about you, and that you’ll recover, is that right?"

Old Master Zhen made an effort to move his neck, nodding, although very slightly, but everyone could tell he was nodding.

Mrs. Zhen cried even more fiercely: "You must recover; we agreed you must recover."

Old Master Zhen said a few more words.

Zhen Zimun looked at Du Yunluo and said, "Father said he knew the Princely Heir came, but alas, he was ill and didn’t get to see what the Princely Heir was like."

Du Yunluo covered her mouth, desperately holding back her tears.

Old Master Zhen is so seriously ill, yet he still cares about Mu Lianxiao. She knows her grandfather is actually concerned about her, wanting to see what kind of person her fiancé is, if he will treat her well, if he can take good care of her.

Du Yunluo choked up and said, "Grandfather, once you’re stronger, I’ll come with him next time, and you can take a close look at him. If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, you can tell him..."

Halfway through, Du Yunluo couldn’t hold back and buried her face in Mrs. Zhen’s arms, sobbing.

Zhen Wenqian pushed Imperial Doctor Xing’s wheelchair inside, followed by Zhen Wenting; everyone heard the conversation clearly.

Zhen Wenqian’s complexion turned instantly somber; he tightly pursed his lips and pushed Imperial Doctor Xing to the bedside, saying: "Second Uncle, Aunt, the physician is here."

Mrs. Zhen hurriedly helped Du Yunluo up, making room for the physician.

Back in the back room, Old Mrs. Hou ordered someone to bring water for Mrs. Zhen and Du Yunluo to wash their faces.

Zhen Wenting took the fragrant ointment and handed it to Du Yunluo, saying, "You really dared to say it; what do you mean by grandfather looking and not satisfied, then he can say so? That’s the Young Master; it can’t be said so casually."

Du Yunluo lowered her eyes; what about Young Master? Isn’t he Old Master Zhen’s grandson-in-law? Why can’t he be talked about?

Mu Lianxiao is not someone who disrespects hierarchy or uses his status for conversation.

Her Princely Heir is indeed good.

These thoughts only hummed in her mind; Du Yunluo didn’t argue with Zhen Wenting. She had experienced Zhen Wenting’s sharp tongue, never letting go when rational, and stirring up trouble irrationally. Du Yunluo didn’t want to compete with her, fearing the sound would reach inside and worry Old Master Zhen.

Zhen Wenting saw Du Yunluo’s unresponsive demeanor and couldn’t help but frown.

She realized last year that Du Yunluo had changed, was different from her childhood, but seeing her now, the change was truly significant. Before, she wouldn’t accept any grievances, and wouldn’t remain silent if criticized. But now...

Indeed, girls change drastically as they grow.

No wonder Mrs. Chen, though silent, regretted not consenting to Old Mrs. Hou’s proposal in her heart. If they had married Du Yunluo, with Old Mrs. Hou’s presence, Du Yunluo would be the family’s treasure. There would be no concern about the first branch being overshadowed by the second.

The world doesn’t sell regrets. If it did, one wonders whether Mrs. Chen would prefer taking it herself or stuffing it in Zhen Wenqian’s mouth to gloss over the scandals at Qinglian Temple.

While Zhen Wenting pondered this, Du Yunluo occasionally paid attention to the movements inside the chamber.

Two quarters later, Imperial Doctor Xing was brought out.

He has been in good spirits these days, at least not trembling, and can personally administer acupuncture to Old Master Zhen.

Imperial Doctor Xing said, "In a few more days, Old Master will be able to speak more clearly. As for when he can move his arms and legs, I can’t say."

Even this is enough to bring joy.

Old Mrs. Hou repeatedly thanked Imperial Doctor Xing, knowing the danger of paralysis. For her, it is a great blessing if Old Master Zhen can clearly speak, calling hot or cold. Otherwise, caretakers wouldn’t understand his discomfort and be at a loss.

Upon hearing, Mrs. Zhen was deeply grateful, and the family went in to bid farewell to Old Master Zhen before departing.