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On the streets of Dacheng, oil-paper umbrellas of various colors are passed through the streets, and poor people wearing straw raincoats and hats are running in the rain. Everyone is rushing home in a hurry.

There was a commotion at the intersection of two streets, and someone shouted loudly: "Catch the thief! There's a thief!"

Everyone stopped and looked around, bewildered. A drenched thief rushed into the crowd, sprinting wildly, knocking over several street vendors. He ran as fast as he could, his gaze darting back as he tried to escape into an alleyway. He missed the fortune-teller's stall at the entrance and knocked over the table. The table flipped in the rain, and five copper coins rolled onto the muddy ground, soaked in rainwater.

The fortune-teller didn't care about the thief. She stared at the five copper coins on the ground and kept muttering: "It's a bad omen... It's a bad omen..."

The fortune-teller was unsure and looked up at the sky. A light rain was falling, and a red umbrella blocked her view. The owner of the red umbrella saw that her stall was overturned in the rain and kindly asked, "Grandma, are you okay?"

Unexpectedly, the fortune-teller suddenly went crazy. She stood up suddenly, ignored her stall, and rushed into the rain, bumping into several people in a row. She ran like a madman and yelled: "It's very bad! It's very bad! It's a very bad omen!"

The fortune-teller ran around like a mad woman, screaming and joking, and soon attracted the attention of the yamen runners who were patrolling nearby...

There was commotion on the street, and many shop owners went out to watch.

"The emperor brought all the officials to the national sacrifice to pray for the country. There is no sign of great disaster. This old woman must be crazy!" someone said indifferently.

Some people, however, looked worried. "The sky is so gray, it's probably going to rain in the next few days. It doesn't look like a good sign..."

It was a short farce. The crazy and stupid old woman was caught before she could run out of the street, and the crowd quickly restored order.

The drizzle continued to fall, and water kept dripping from the kitchen eaves into the wooden barrel in the corner, making a dripping sound.

Ah Shi sat alone under the eaves of the kitchen packing boxes of cosmetics.

Having nothing to do these days, Ah Shi has been producing cosmetics every day. He has been doing this for several days in a row. Yesterday, when he received the news that the eldest young master would not be coming back soon, Ah Shi increased the production volume.

Now he is so skilled that he can pack the boxes quickly without even looking.

Listening to the dripping sound beside his ears, Ah Shi looked up at the sky. The sky was gray and gloomy. He didn't know why. It was just an ordinary rainy day, but Ah Shi suddenly remembered something he had heard from an old man in the village a long time ago.

The sky is hazy and it rains continuously, which brings many worries.

Looking at the weather, it seems like it will rain for the next few days. Such gray and rainy days are considered unlucky by the elders in the village.

Ah Shi suddenly felt a little anxious and chest tightness, and could not help but speed up his hands.

In the laundry room, the clothes from the backyard had already been collected. It was getting late, and the maids had already returned to their rooms.

Qing'er sat alone on the bed, her face pale.

This was the day her period should have come, but it didn't come.

"No... No..." Qing'er shook her head. She had heard from the old people in the village that if your period is about to come, you won't get pregnant, but your period is already three days late!

No way...how could I be pregnant...impossible!

Qing'er reached out and took out the medicinal powder wrapped in a handkerchief hidden in her arms, holding it tightly in her hand, comforting herself again.

However, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was pregnant, pregnant with the bastard child of that disgusting old man in his thirties!

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. Qing'er suddenly grabbed her lower abdomen like a madman and tore it wildly. The thin inner clothes were pulled aside, revealing her flat lower abdomen with several terrible red marks on it.

Under the stimulation of pain, Qing'er calmed down, grabbed the medicinal stone powder beside the bed, held it in the palm of her hand, stood up, blew out the candle, lay down on the bed, curled herself up into a small ball, held the medicinal stone powder tightly in her hand, and kept muttering: "Impossible... Impossible... No way..."

The drizzle outside the house lasted all night and didn't stop until noon the next day.

In Qingxin Pavilion, Tian Xing had just asked the young master for advice and had a free meal and left. Luo Yao was sitting in the pharmacy helping Ye Qing collect money.

"Three prescriptions, one for every three days. Please take them."

The shop assistant was prescribing medicine for a patient. The customer paid the money, and the assistant took it and put it on the side of the table. Luo Yao then took the money and played with it.

"Hey, Dr. Ye, aren't you tired as a doctor seeing so many patients all day long?"

Ye Qing sat on a small stool nearby to check on his uncle's injured leg and had no time to pay attention to Luo Yao.

Luo Yao continued to ask: "Can bone setting really fix bones in one go?"

Ye Qing turned his head, somewhat helplessly, "If Princess is bored, you might as well grind some herbs for me, or go see Brother Zhang's younger brother."

"No, I want to go back."

Luo Yao refused to work for Ye Qing and put the silver on the table. Luo Yao went to the backyard. As soon as he left, the shop assistants immediately put the silver on the table into the drawer.

Passing by the ward next to the barrier, Luo Yao heard a slight cry from inside and called Ye Qing: "Doctor Ye, Zhang Hu'ao's brother seems to have woken up."

When Ye Qing heard this, he hurried over, opened the door of the ward, and Luo Yao followed him in.

It was the first time that Zhang Xi saw such a good-looking person.

The man touched his forehead very gently and held his wrist.

"That's great, no fever."

Zhang Xi heard the man say this.

"Rest well and don't move around. I'll ask your brother to come and take care of you later."

The man was about to leave when Zhang Xi quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Brother, did you save me?"

Luo Yao got goosebumps!

The young man had a distinctive feature: a pair of affectionate almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, his face was pale yet pink, his lips were extremely pale from excessive blood loss, and he looked weak and delicate, not at all like he and his burly brother were born from the same mother.

Luo Yao thought: This young boy couldn't be blind, right? Doctor Ye had just checked his pulse, but he didn't know Ye Qing was a doctor. Did he save him? If he asked again, would he have to answer: Yes, I saved you...

Why does it feel awkward and familiar? Could the next sentence be that I have no way to repay you, so I can only repay you with my body?

Ye Qing was grabbed by the wrist, and thinking that the boy was sick and scared, he said gently: "Don't be afraid, this is Qingxin Hall, I am the doctor here."

When the young man heard this, he remembered that he had been stabbed by someone. Thinking of the pain at that time, he was so scared that tears instantly flowed out of his eyes. His look made people feel pity for him.

As expected, Ye Qing pulled a small stool and sat next to the boy, and began to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, it's over. What's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Xi." The boy answered with sobs.

"Are you a scholar?" Ye Qing was a little shocked. He didn't expect that the young man who was stabbed in the street would be a scholar.

The boy wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded.

There were patients outside who needed treatment. Ye Qing had no interest in a young scholar being hacked in the street, so he stood up immediately and said, "Rest for a while. Don't move. Your leg injury is very serious. I'll call your brother to take care of you."

Ye Qing left, and the boy only then noticed Luo Yao leaning against the door frame eating a melon. Thinking of Luo Yao and Ye Qing coming in at the same time, he looked at her with a hint of hostility, "Who are you?"

He was answered by the sound of a door closing.

Luo Yao closed the door, feeling a little disgusted by the melon he had just eaten. He couldn't like the boy at all, even though he hadn't done anything wrong. But Luo Yao felt that the boy had a tea-like smell...

Luo Yao thought of the way Ye Qing looked at the burly man Zhang Huao, and then the way the young man looked at Ye Qing. He couldn't help but shudder and left quickly.