After the princess entered the palace, the war god prince broke his back

As soon as Chu Nanyue returned home, she forgot about the Prince of Yan and the Prince of Ning.

Because she was shocked by the home she saw.

I thought it would be broken, but I didn't expect it to be this broken!

She is the descendant of a distinguished family of traditional Chinese medicine, her family is well-off, she lives in Dabie, not only does she drive a luxury car, she is also respected by others. What does this place mean to her?

This is not the traditional ancient courtyard house, but a row of terraced houses, a slum alley rented exclusively to the poor by local landlords.

Originally they rented two rooms, but the original owner was unable to take care of herself, so she needed both a maid and a single room.

Chu Ziyu gritted his teeth, spent four taels of silver to buy the maid Xiaotao from the human tooth market, and rented another room.

The already tight financial situation made the situation even worse.

Oh! What a sin!

Hey, this seems to be the second time Chu Nanyue has complained like this.

In just a few hours, all the sighs and groans of her past life were revealed!

She suddenly understood the original owner a little.

The family fell into decline, being high and mighty one moment and as low as dust the next. This huge gap really takes time to bridge!

Just as Chu Nanyue was imagining her own farewell, a melancholy voice came from outside the door: "Master, the folks at the market today are all welcoming the victorious soldiers back, and we haven't sold a single one of our calligraphy and paintings!"

As they were talking, Xiao Tao, wearing clothes with various patches, came in with her head hung down, holding a bunch of calligraphy and paintings in her arms and a steamed bun in her hand.

"Grumble--grumble--" Chu Nanyue's stomach immediately growled.

"Miss, this is the steamed bun I bought for you in exchange for the calligraphy and painting. Please eat it quickly!" Xiao Tao put down the calligraphy and painting, opened the oil paper, and handed the steamed bun to Chu Nanyue to eat.

Chu Nanyue was extremely hungry, so she took it and ate it without thinking much.

"Wheel--Wheel--"

"Ahem, I'll go paint some more. Maybe many people will buy them tomorrow!" Chu Ziyu looked embarrassed and turned his wheelchair towards the middle room.

"I'm not hungry at all. I'm going to catch some scorpions!" Chu Zixun blushed, picked up the tools in the yard, turned around and left.

"Stop! Xiaotao is cooking, eat first!" Chu Nanyue mumbled while swallowing a steamed bun.

How can you work on an empty stomach when you are still growing up?

"Girl..." Xiao Tao's face twisted, and she rubbed the corner of her clothes, whose color she could no longer identify, and stuttered.

"Go quickly! How can one steamed bun be enough?" Chu Nanyue was confused.

"Girl..." Xiao Tao stammered, almost crying.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. She had to beg the vendor for a long time to get this steamed bun.

For the lower class people, a piece of calligraphy or a painting is not as real as a steamed bun!

"Just eat your fill!" Chu Zixun stopped, his brows suppressing the anger that was about to explode.

At this point, how could Chu Nanyue still not understand?

Originally, relying on Chu Ziyu's calligraphy and paintings, and Chu Zixun and Xiaotao's odd jobs, the family had no problem filling their stomachs.

But the problem lies with the original owner, who always asks for money to buy expensive clothes and cosmetics.

The original owner would not go hungry, but it was hard for the remaining three people, as hunger was the norm.

Alas! Wealth limited her imagination.

"Axun..." Chu Ziyu just called out, and the words "go soon and come back soon" in his throat could no longer be uttered.

His body was shaking, he covered his mouth with his hands, his face looked suffocated and depressed.

As dusk fell, his coughing fit began to reoccur.

Although he tried his best to hide it, Chu Nanyue still captured it accurately.

She frowned slightly.

Everyone in this family is very nice, but this habit of taking on too much needs to be changed!

Chu Nanyue looked at the only bite of steamed bun left in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth fiercely: "I'm not full yet!"

Chu Zixun could no longer bear it: "When will you stop being so selfish? Big brother didn't eat anything!"

"Is that how you talk to your sister?" Chu Nanyue raised her voice.

“I don’t want any of it…” Chu Ziyu’s face flushed, his bloodshot eyes filled with anger and helplessness.

"Brother, look at her. The gorgeous clothes she wears and the rouge on her face are equivalent to several months of our wages. This should have been used to pay for your medical treatment!" Looking at Chu Ziyu's broken body, Chu Zixun's eyes were red.

Every time he heard Chu Ziyu coughing at night, he was scared to death.

The whole family has worked so hard, but life is not improving at all.

"Don't be angry, Second Young Master. I won't sleep tonight. I'll make a few more handkerchiefs and sell them together with the calligraphy and paintings tomorrow. I'll be able to save enough money to pay for the eldest young master's medical treatment!" Xiao Tao persuaded in a low voice.

Chu Nanyue suddenly squatted down and hugged Chu Ziyu's legs, crying loudly: "Brother, I didn't know that Axun had such a big opinion of me. He has to interfere when I buy clothes. What woman doesn't love beauty? I won't live anymore... woo woo..."

She took the opportunity to feel his pulse and pressed several major acupoints on his back.

Chu Ziyu's suppressed cough suddenly burst out. He started coughing violently, his handsome face flushed red, and the coughing continued, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

"Brother...what's wrong with you? Why are you coughing so badly today?" Chu Zixun panicked, dropped the scorpion catching tools, and ran over, unable to stop his crystal tears.

When his house was ransacked, he was only four years old. Chu Ziyu had acted as both a father and a mother to raise him over the years.

In name, he is my brother, but in reality, it is not an exaggeration to call him “Dad and Mom”.

"Brother, please don't be angry. I will never quarrel with my sister again. I am really happy that my sister took the initiative to cancel the engagement with Prince Ning today. I was wrong!"

Chu Nanyue stood aside quietly, feeling like crying.

She really wanted to help Chu Ziyu cure his illness openly and save him from the pain of illness, but now her family was penniless and she had no money to buy equipment and medicine, and she couldn't show off her medical skills right away.

In ancient times, people believed in ghosts and gods the most.

What if she was mistakenly possessed by an evil spirit?

If they were discovered, they would either be skinned and tortured, burned in a blazing fire, or have their houses pierced with stakes to ward off evil!

So she could only use the original owner's usual style of crying, making a fuss, and threatening to commit suicide to secretly help Chu Ziyu press a few acupoints. Although it was only a temporary solution, it could at least make him feel more comfortable tonight.

Sure enough, after a heart-wrenching stretch, Chu Ziyu stopped coughing, and his chest felt smoother than ever before.

Chu Nanyue walked into the east room with his head held high.

Chu Ziyu looked at Chu Nanyue's back, his eyes dim and gloomy, and he choked silently: "Forget it, after all, I owe you!"

He returned to his room dejectedly, his back thin but straight.

Chu Zixun clenched his fists, bent down to pick up the scorpion catching tools, and left with gritted teeth.