“Madam, I implore you......”
One person took the lead, and everyone else followed, kneeling down together before Gu Ying, who did not seem very old.
With red eyes, they cried and raised their heads, their hopeful tearful eyes all looking at Gu Ying, full of hope.
Among them, there were also elderly men over fifty years old, toddlers of three to four years old staggering around, and young pregnant women with bulging bellies like her.
They were forcing her, with their innocence, their helplessness, with morality and humanity, they were forcing her.
Gu Ying gripped Ye Qingchi’s hand tightly, feeling her whole body tremble.
“This is just a man-made poisoning, why doesn’t everyone believe the Prince and me?”
“It's not that we don't believe the Prince and Madam, it's just that you said this was poisoning, but why is there no antidote? Why has it been so long and people are still infecting each other... Now, Mr. Zhuge is gone too... Our bodies are getting worse and worse, and we probably won't make it through this spring, so what else can we do?”
Gu Ying said self-deprecatingly, “So, you guys are willing to watch me and the Prince sacrifice ourselves for you?”
“We...” Everyone bowed their heads helplessly, hesitating to speak.
After all, they were asking someone to go die, even a thick-skinned person would have trouble saying it outright.
Hearing the commotion outside, Yin Lan and Ning Si hurried to open the gate of Qingjiang Manor. Huai An, whose legs had finally healed, also rushed out with his men from inside, his face sinking as he parted the crowd.
“Get out of the way! If you don’t make way, the swords and blades in this official’s hands are merciless! If anyone dares to harm a hair on our Madam, our Prince will never let him off!”
Seeing Yin Lan running towards her, Gu Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain in her lower abdomen eased a little as well.
“Madam, hurry up and go.”
Yin Lan protected her in her arms, and quickly asked Huai An to support the unsteady Ye Qingchi, “Lord Huai, hurry, help the young master in... these people seem to have gone mad...”
Huai An's eyes were like swords, holding a chilling long sword in his hand, glaring fiercely at the crowd. His face was too fierce, his whole body exuded a murderous aura, so that those people did not dare to come straight up to surround them.
The Qilin Army escorted Gu Ying and the others into Qingjiang Manor quickly.
The patients still gathered at the door of Qingjiang Manor, unwilling to return to the ward. After so long of precautions by the Prince, due to an unfounded rumor, everything had collapsed overnight.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Gu Ying's forehead. Only after entering the study inside the manor and lying on the couch did she feel waves of pain coming from her lower abdomen, so painful that she could only clutch her belly and roll around, her consciousness also a little blurry.
She grabbed Ye Qingchi’s hand, “Adu...I’m hurting so much...”
Her small face twisted in pain, murmuring, “Adu...it hurts so much...”
Ye Qingchi sat on the edge of the couch, coughing incessantly, “Cough cough! Go get a doctor quick! Yin Lan, hurry!”
Yin Lan ran out immediately. Seeing Gu Ying's appearance with sweat all over her head, Huai An was extremely anxious. He quickly stopped Yin Lan, “Yin Lan, you stay with Madam, I'll go.”
He was quick on his feet, using his lightness skill to leap over the high wall of the manor, and directly dragged a doctor from the ward by the neck.
The doctor knelt in front of the couch to take Gu Ying's pulse. After a long while, under everyone's burning gazes, he swallowed and said, “Madam is only unstable due to emotional agitation causing fetal gas instability, and there is no major problem. Don’t worry everyone, I will prescribe Madam a prescription...” After drinking two bowls, she will be fine."
Yin Lan and Ning Si breathed a sigh of relief, both crowding around Gu Ying's bed to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Huai An's lips were tight, hugging the long sword coldly leaning by the door.
Ye Qingchi supported his fist to his lips, his face also a little pale, "Please go and prescribe the medicine now.”
"Yes, yes."
The doctor's eyes flickered as he hurriedly got up and walked out the study door.
Ning Si said, "Elder brother Ye don't have to worry, I have some pills here to protect the fetus. Let’s give one to Sister Ying to eat first, then drink the medicine later."
Yin Lan helped prop Gu Ying up while Ning Si fed her the pill with warm water.
Ye Qingchi glanced at Ning Si, puzzled as to why she would be carrying pills to protect the fetus.
But at this moment, the situation did not allow him to think too much. He coughed violently for a while, and his body really could not stand it any longer. He had to find a way to go back to the pharmacy to take some medicinal soup to relieve the epidemic symptoms first.
The gloomy weather made everyone feel uncomfortable. Outside the gate of the manor, cries for help kept coming incessantly.
When Gu Ying regained consciousness, she could still hear their wails, and also heard Zhou Yan and Ning Si whispering outside the door.
"How do you feel now? Are you uncomfortable?"
"I’m fine... I don't worry like Sister Ying does, I feel much better than her."
"I heard other pregnant women say that women vomit until the child is born. How about you?"
"I don’t... I don't throw up..."
"That’s good then. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, be sure to let me know."
"Okay, thanks Elder Brother Zhou for your concern."
"You’re still calling me Elder Brother Zhou now?"
"If not Elder Brother Zhou... then what should I call you?"
"Call me brother Yan.”
"Ah... this..."
"I will give you time to get used to it. After all, for the sake of the child, we have to make it look more believable, by the way, when do you plan to tell Grandpa about us?"
"I... I'm afraid Grandpa will be angry..."
"Sister Si, if you don't say it now, you won't be able to hide your belly for long."
After a long silence, came Ning Si's helpless sigh, "I will let him know soon... it's just that Grandpa might go into a terrible rage by then, venting all his anger on you, Elder Brother Zhou...Yan...thank you for taking all this for me...”
"It doesn’t matter." A trace of imperceptible joy could be heard in the man's voice.
Gu Ying opened her eyes slightly.
Yin Lan had been keeping watch by her side all along. Seeing her awake, she quickly smiled and said, "Madam, does your stomach still hurt now?"
Gu Ying's lips were pale, chuckling drily, "It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt much anymore."
Yin Lan said joyfully, "I’ll go get the medicine.”
Hearing the movement inside, Zhou Yan and Ning Si also walked in. To avoid suspicion, Zhou Yan just stood at the door.
Ning Si came in and helped prop her up, a blush appearing on her round cheeks as she smiled, "You’re finally awake, you scared us to death just now."
Gu Ying sat up and looked blankly at the door for a while. The darkening sky made everyone feel uncomfortable. Outside the study door, along the corridor, a few lanterns were hung, their dim glow spilling onto the door, making one feel strangely empty.
She missed the Prince... but the Prince had to find Mr. Zhuge, otherwise the people of Yueyang would go crazier and crazier.
“Madam, I implore you......”
One person took the lead, and everyone else followed, kneeling down together before Gu Ying, who did not seem very old.
With red eyes, they cried and raised their heads, their hopeful tearful eyes all looking at Gu Ying, full of hope.
Among them, there were also elderly men over fifty years old, toddlers of three to four years old staggering around, and young pregnant women with bulging bellies like her.
They were forcing her, with their innocence, their helplessness, with morality and humanity, they were forcing her.
Gu Ying gripped Ye Qingchi’s hand tightly, feeling her whole body tremble.
“This is just a man-made poisoning, why doesn’t everyone believe the Prince and me?”
“It's not that we don't believe the Prince and Madam, it's just that you said this was poisoning, but why is there no antidote? Why has it been so long and people are still infecting each other... Now, Mr. Zhuge is gone too... Our bodies are getting worse and worse, and we probably won't make it through this spring, so what else can we do?”
Gu Ying said self-deprecatingly, “So, you guys are willing to watch me and the Prince sacrifice ourselves for you?”
“We...” Everyone bowed their heads helplessly, hesitating to speak.
After all, they were asking someone to go die, even a thick-skinned person would have trouble saying it outright.
Hearing the commotion outside, Yin Lan and Ning Si hurried to open the gate of Qingjiang Manor. Huai An, whose legs had finally healed, also rushed out with his men from inside, his face sinking as he parted the crowd.
“Get out of the way! If you don’t make way, the swords and blades in this official’s hands are merciless! If anyone dares to harm a hair on our Madam, our Prince will never let him off!”
Seeing Yin Lan running towards her, Gu Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain in her lower abdomen eased a little as well.
“Madam, hurry up and go.”
Yin Lan protected her in her arms, and quickly asked Huai An to support the unsteady Ye Qingchi, “Lord Huai, hurry, help the young master in... these people seem to have gone mad...”
Huai An's eyes were like swords, holding a chilling long sword in his hand, glaring fiercely at the crowd. His face was too fierce, his whole body exuded a murderous aura, so that those people did not dare to come straight up to surround them.
The Qilin Army escorted Gu Ying and the others into Qingjiang Manor quickly.
The patients still gathered at the door of Qingjiang Manor, unwilling to return to the ward. After so long of precautions by the Prince, due to an unfounded rumor, everything had collapsed overnight.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Gu Ying's forehead. Only after entering the study inside the manor and lying on the couch did she feel waves of pain coming from her lower abdomen, so painful that she could only clutch her belly and roll around, her consciousness also a little blurry.
She grabbed Ye Qingchi’s hand, “Adu...I’m hurting so much...”
Her small face twisted in pain, murmuring, “Adu...it hurts so much...”
Ye Qingchi sat on the edge of the couch, coughing incessantly, “Cough cough! Go get a doctor quick! Yin Lan, hurry!”
Yin Lan ran out immediately. Seeing Gu Ying's appearance with sweat all over her head, Huai An was extremely anxious. He quickly stopped Yin Lan, “Yin Lan, you stay with Madam, I'll go.”
He was quick on his feet, using his lightness skill to leap over the high wall of the manor, and directly dragged a doctor from the ward by the neck.
The doctor knelt in front of the couch to take Gu Ying's pulse. After a long while, under everyone's burning gazes, he swallowed and said, “Madam is only unstable due to emotional agitation causing fetal gas instability, and there is no major problem. Don’t worry everyone, I will prescribe Madam a prescription...” After drinking two bowls, she will be fine."
Yin Lan and Ning Si breathed a sigh of relief, both crowding around Gu Ying's bed to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Huai An's lips were tight, hugging the long sword coldly leaning by the door.
Ye Qingchi supported his fist to his lips, his face also a little pale, "Please go and prescribe the medicine now.”
"Yes, yes."
The doctor's eyes flickered as he hurriedly got up and walked out the study door.
Ning Si said, "Elder brother Ye don't have to worry, I have some pills here to protect the fetus. Let’s give one to Sister Ying to eat first, then drink the medicine later."
Yin Lan helped prop Gu Ying up while Ning Si fed her the pill with warm water.
Ye Qingchi glanced at Ning Si, puzzled as to why she would be carrying pills to protect the fetus.
But at this moment, the situation did not allow him to think too much. He coughed violently for a while, and his body really could not stand it any longer. He had to find a way to go back to the pharmacy to take some medicinal soup to relieve the epidemic symptoms first.
The gloomy weather made everyone feel uncomfortable. Outside the gate of the manor, cries for help kept coming incessantly.
When Gu Ying regained consciousness, she could still hear their wails, and also heard Zhou Yan and Ning Si whispering outside the door.
"How do you feel now? Are you uncomfortable?"
"I’m fine... I don't worry like Sister Ying does, I feel much better than her."
"I heard other pregnant women say that women vomit until the child is born. How about you?"
"I don’t... I don't throw up..."
"That’s good then. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, be sure to let me know."
"Okay, thanks Elder Brother Zhou for your concern."
"You’re still calling me Elder Brother Zhou now?"
"If not Elder Brother Zhou... then what should I call you?"
"Call me brother Yan.”
"Ah... this..."
"I will give you time to get used to it. After all, for the sake of the child, we have to make it look more believable, by the way, when do you plan to tell Grandpa about us?"
"I... I'm afraid Grandpa will be angry..."
"Sister Si, if you don't say it now, you won't be able to hide your belly for long."
After a long silence, came Ning Si's helpless sigh, "I will let him know soon... it's just that Grandpa might go into a terrible rage by then, venting all his anger on you, Elder Brother Zhou...Yan...thank you for taking all this for me...”
"It doesn’t matter." A trace of imperceptible joy could be heard in the man's voice.
Gu Ying opened her eyes slightly.
Yin Lan had been keeping watch by her side all along. Seeing her awake, she quickly smiled and said, "Madam, does your stomach still hurt now?"
Gu Ying's lips were pale, chuckling drily, "It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt much anymore."
Yin Lan said joyfully, "I’ll go get the medicine.”
Hearing the movement inside, Zhou Yan and Ning Si also walked in. To avoid suspicion, Zhou Yan just stood at the door.
Ning Si came in and helped prop her up, a blush appearing on her round cheeks as she smiled, "You’re finally awake, you scared us to death just now."
Gu Ying sat up and looked blankly at the door for a while. The darkening sky made everyone feel uncomfortable. Outside the study door, along the corridor, a few lanterns were hung, their dim glow spilling onto the door, making one feel strangely empty.
She missed the Prince... but the Prince had to find Mr. Zhuge, otherwise the people of Yueyang would go crazier and crazier.
