No matter how humble Jia Huan's status is, he is Jia Zheng's son, with the blood of the Jia family flowing in his body and being so seriously injured. As the ruler of the Jia family, Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng should be more or less concerned about it, so as not to make any statement of treating the concubine's son harshly.

He called the doctor to ask, and knew that the situation was bad, so he could not tell when he closed his eyes. Mrs. Wang sighed and waved to Sister Feng, "You go to the warehouse to pick up some good medicinal materials and send them to Aunt Zhao, just open your mouth if you are missing, and be sure to save Huan'er." After a moment of thought, she added, "I still have a century-old ginseng in my place, which may be useful. I will ask Jin Chuan to give it to you later. Amitabha, how could I suffer such a disaster? I will go to the Buddhist temple to chant the scriptures sincerely for half a day."

"Madam is charity. When the Buddha heard his wife's prayer, he would definitely bless Huan'er to turn bad luck into good luck." Wang Xifeng said a few words of comfort and followed Jin Chuan to get ginseng, and sent Ping'er to Jia Mu's office to report the news.

Mrs. Wang entered the Buddhist temple to light incense, slowly twisted the beads in her hand, muttered to recite Buddhist scriptures, but there was a smile that seemed to be there and there was.

When Jia Mu heard the news, she frowned and sealed a few taels of silver to the doctor as thanks, and just gave a few medicinal herbs. She had never liked Jia Huan, and this grandson had no status in her heart, but was just an optional existence.

Wang Xifeng returned to the yard and sat down on the kang. Before she could drink some hot tea, Caiming lifted the curtain and knelt down with a plop, "Please help my grandma!" Then there were a few sounds. She had just heard Ping'er say that Jia Huan was injured and might close her eyes at any time. If so, she would not have to live a blessing.

"Your brother is so incredible! When he was sent to Brother Huan, he just took the money and didn't care about the problem. A servant lived a more comfortable life than the serious master of the Jia family. He was confused and rushed to show his attention and paid himself. If he took care of Brother Huan for a moment, there would be no disaster today." Wang Xifeng sneered and slowly used the teacup lid to remove the scum.

"My parents died early, so I only blessed this relative. I also fed the shit and urine with my own hands. If he left, I had to avenge my grandmother and follow him to see my deceased father and mother. It would not be a shame to my ancestors." Cai Ming touched the ground and cried sadly.

Wang Xifeng hates Aunt Zhao and his son the most in daily life. She treats them no more than the servants of the Jia family. What's more, Cai Ming is one of her most capable girls, and her status is still above Jia Huan. Thinking that Jia Huan has always been naughty, he describes vulgar words, and people hate ghosts, and is like a traitor. If he goes, it doesn't matter. Aunt Zhao can't make much trouble even if he loses his son. Instead, he nods and says that he is so sad that he is seriously injured. He can't help but die, but he must not suffer any more."

"Thank you grandma! I will be a cow and horse for my grandma in this life, no, I will also be a cow and horse for my grandma in the next life, carving grass and roaming, and going through fire and water to repay my life-saving grace today!" Cai Ming was overjoyed, kowtowing while flattering without any trouble.

"Get up, what a big deal, it's worth filling in your next life?" Wang Xifeng smiled wildly, put down the teacup and stretched his muscles.

At this time, Ping'er came in, holding several large boxes of medicinal materials in her hand, and bowed, "Grandma, everything is ready."

"Let's go now." Wang Xifeng got off the kang and stroked her sideburns that were not messy.

Cai Ming hurriedly put on her mink fur cloak.

When he walked to the door, he saw the exquisitely packaged century-old ginseng on the top. Wang Xifeng turned his eyes and walked around again. He opened the gift box and cut a few ginseng beards, wrapped it in paper and handed it to Ping'er. He said carelessly, "This century-old ginseng is a good thing. The five shapes and six bodies are so good. It is worth at least 500 taels of silver. It is not something that can be ruined."

"Grandma said it!" Ping'er chuckled and stuffed the ginseng into a gift box casually. Feng'er had already put the whole piece of ginseng into the private warehouse of the second grandma Lian.

The group of people rushed to Aunt Zhao's yard.

Although Jia Huan was sleeping heavily, he felt someone pushing the door for only three or five minutes. The long-term alertness he developed prompted him to wake up immediately and sleep with his eyes closed.

Aunt Zhao walked to the bed gently, trying to touch her son's pale and transparent face. She saw that the gauze wrapped in his forehead, stained with blood, retracted and wiped her tears with a veil.

Jia Huan's nanny stood behind her and hesitated for a while and said softly, "Auntie, Duofu looks bad. Second Grandma Lian won't come to settle the score with you, right? She protects her so much, Cai Ming is a capable person in front of her. When she sent Duofu over, she greeted us personally. Brother Huan is fine now, and she said she might have a fight, and she is not very famous for Brother."

It is indeed not a good reputation to beat the slave to death. Aunt Zhao was worried, but she was more resentful and said, "She settled the score with me? I have to go to the old lady, madam, and master to sue her! Who was the one who praised Duofu for being diligent and smart? As a result, a few young prostitutes caught his soul away in the blink of an eye and abandoned us. I knew that she had seen our mothers' disagreement, so she deliberately sent Duofu over to assassinate us? Let's go! Find the master to take charge and drive all the slaves out of this family! You can't even kill the good land of my Jia family." As he said that, he became more and more angry, and he turned around and left.

Aunt Zhao is so unreasonable, why is Wang Xifeng the enemy? She has ten thousand minds and a thousand mouths, and even ten men can’t tell her one! She still doesn’t fall into the trap when she makes trouble with the master and brings humiliation to herself?

Madam Song quickly stopped the person and patiently persuaded him, "Auntie, please be at ease, don't make trouble with the master. You are not unaware that he hates you the most in his life, so he must take care of your brother."

Taking into account the son on the hospital bed, Aunt Zhao felt sad and wiped her tears and said, "I was born in a cold and had no knowledge. How can I protect my child besides making noises? If I am always top-notch and make people hate it, how can the old woman with a Buddha's mouth and a snake heart tolerate me? How can the master notice our mother? How can Huan'er grow up safely? The aunt with children in this mansion, besides me, see who else can live!"

Jia Huan, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, felt unconscious. He thought that Aunt Zhao was like what was written in a book, vulgar and greedy, and narrow-minded. After hearing these words, he realized that there was a gap in her heart. She deliberately vilified herself, showed her presence everywhere, and jumped up and down like a clown, which was just a means of self-protection.

Her graceful figure and extremely beautiful appearance can completely cover up the shortcomings of temperament and education. Otherwise, Jia Zheng, who cherishes feathers, would not have taken her as a concubine even if she recruits a population. Her daughter and son were born one after another, and she disobeyed Jia Mu for this. If she not only had the best appearance, but also had a gentle and smooth temperament, she would have gone silently at any time, and her children might not be able to be kept.
Chapter completed!