The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Immediately afterwards, footsteps were heard. The doctor carefully looked at the old lady's eyes, nose and tongue on the bed, then retreated and said something to the people outside.

He Yun looked over and saw a maid in a plain white dress kneeling on the footstool. She said softly with a happy look on her face, "Old Madam, how are you feeling now? Is there anything uncomfortable in your body?"

"Help me up." He Yun said weakly in a hoarse voice.

Just as she was leaning the soft gold-wrapped pillow against her back, she suddenly heard a clear voice with a crying tone.

"Mother!"

A man in a jacket with silver-white bamboo pattern came in hurriedly.

As soon as he came in, he knelt beside the footstool, with an anxious expression on his face and a low, hoarse voice.

"Mother, you scared me to death. How are you feeling now? Are you feeling unwell? I'll ask Elder Xu to come in and take a closer look."

He Yun didn't say anything. She had just woken up and didn't know what was going on. The maid next to her replied with a voice full of joy and relief:

"Fourth Young Master, when the old lady woke up just now, Mr. Xu came to see her and told Suqiu to prepare some medicine."

While they were talking, He Yun took a closer look at the man who had just entered.

He looks to be in his teens, with a thin figure and an upright posture.

His hair was tied up, but he didn't wear a crown. Looking closely at his face, He Yun sighed in her heart: What a beautiful young man with red lips, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

"Hurry up and get up. What are you doing kneeling here? Be careful not to catch a cold."

It's winter now, so you can imagine that the ground must be freezing cold.

He Yun relied on her physical instinctive memory to instruct the maid next to her:

"Suchun, go help the Fourth Master up."

Suchun quickly said yes and went to help.

Duan Jing'an stretched out his hand to block it, then stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"As long as my mother is well, it doesn't matter if I kneel for a day or two."

"And big brother, big brother has been serving you all this time. This morning, someone came from Shu, so big brother and sister-in-law went to see the manager there."

Shu land…

Emotions about the original body suddenly came up, and tears filled my eyes in an instant.

When she raised her eyes again, her face was covered with tears. He Yun knew that this was the remaining consciousness of the original owner.

Seeing the old lady's tears welling up, Duan Jing'an realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurried to comfort her.

"Mother, please take care of yourself. I definitely don't want to see you so sad."

The youngest sister that Duan Jing'an mentioned was his original youngest daughter Duan Jingwen, who got married and moved to Shu with her husband a few years ago.

A few days ago, we received the bad news that Duan Jingwen passed away suddenly due to a serious illness.

When the news reached the uncle's house, the old lady fainted and later developed a high fever. She has just regained consciousness.

Her original name was Song Shengfu, and she was born into the Xiyang Song family. At the age of sixteen, she married Duan Chongming, who was then the Marquis of the Marquisate. She gave birth to one son and two daughters.

The eldest son, Duan Jingzong, inherited the title of Earl and is now the ruler of the Earl's Mansion. He is thirty-six years old. Born prematurely and in an abnormal fetal position, he has been weak since childhood and is not as healthy as ordinary people. He only has one son.

The second child is the second daughter Duan Jingyi, who was 31 years old and married to Huang Jingtong, the eldest son of the left prime minister. She has only two daughters.

Because the Xiangfu had a large population and only two daughters, Duan Jingyi's life was very difficult.

A few days ago, her housekeeper rights were taken away from her. Her mother-in-law asked her to take good care of herself and give birth to a legitimate son, otherwise she would have to take a concubine for the eldest son no matter how much he refused.

The third child was the youngest daughter Duan Jingwen, who married Shen Xianli, the top scholar in the imperial examination in the eighth year of Mingde. She had a son and a daughter, but she died young at the age of 24 (in lunar years).

Although the eldest son is the eldest son, he is weak. The second son marries into a wealthy family but has a difficult life and has difficulty giving birth to children.

The third and youngest daughter had a peaceful life, but she passed away at the young age of twenty. It was truly a pity for this family. No wonder the original old woman was so devastated.

"Your youngest sister isn't even 24 yet, how can I, an old man, send her off when she's young?"

Song Shengfu wailed, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. He Yun had not yet fully merged with her original body, and was now completely dominated by her original body's intense emotions.

Although he inherited the emotions and memories of his original body, his body and emotions were still out of control. At this moment, his wailing and pain were like a collapsing river, and he cried like a child.

The maids and servants in the room all lowered their eyes with sad expressions. Duan Jing'an's eyes were bloodshot and tears had already burst out. She held Song Shengfu's hand tightly, and Song Shengfu held it back and sobbed.

"Quickly, quickly send someone to call your elder brother over, and bring the people from Shu as well."

"Mother, when you woke up just now, you had already sent someone to inform my eldest brother and sister-in-law that this time should be approaching."

Before he could finish his words, he heard hurried footsteps and coughing outside.

A man wearing a moon-white coat and a Yuan-blue fur coat walked in, supported by a woman wearing the same clothes.

The man had a handsome face, but a sickly paleness to it.

Look at the woman who is supporting him, her face is like a cloud, her temples are full of hair, and her hair style is simple yet elegant.

As soon as Duan Jingzong entered the room, he saw his fourth brother sitting on the edge of the bed with a sad look on his face, and his mother on the bed had tears on her face.

In just a few days, his mother seemed to have aged a lot. Duan Jingzong hurried forward.

When Duan Jing'an saw his elder brother coming, he quickly said "Stand aside", and Duan Jingzong sat down beside the bed.

"Mother, you're finally awake. Has Mr. Xu come to see you? Your illness scared the children. No matter what, I hope you'll put your health first."

"I know my body well, there's nothing serious wrong with me. Jingwen...she..."

As she spoke, Song Shengfu couldn't stop sobbing, tears streaming down her face.

"Mother, Yuzhi wrote to me earlier, saying that my youngest sister had miasma entering her body. She couldn't be cured after a long time of treatment. She kept coughing... Then she caught a cold and started coughing non-stop. She didn't survive for a while... and then she passed away."

"Why haven't you received any letter regarding this matter before?"

"Yuzhi didn't mention it. We need to send someone to Shu to investigate."

"Where is the manager of Shu? Let him come in and answer the question." Song Shengfu urged quickly.

"Greetings, Madam Song."

A strong middle-aged manager came in and knelt down to pay his respects.

"Stand up and tell me what happened."

"Madam, my wife's cough has never been cured since the miasma entered her body three years ago."

"After giving birth to the little boy, her health became even worse than before. According to Madam's personal maid, Yuqing, there was sometimes blood in Madam's spittoon."

"During the Great Cold of this year, I unfortunately caught a cold in early November. I thought it was just a common illness, but it suddenly worsened, accompanied by a cough and asthma. On the early morning of the 17th, I gave my last words and passed away."

"What!! Why didn't you receive a letter before?"

"I haven't heard of this, but my wife left a letter for the old lady before she passed away."

Song Shengfu hurriedly took the letter from Suchun's hand and opened it. Her eyes were filled with tears when she saw the first sentence.

Dear Mother:

The unfilial daughter Wen felt that her time was running out, so she wrote a letter and asked Feng to send it to her mother.

I miss my mother very much, but I am thousands of miles away from home. It has been five years since I left Beijing. During these five years, there has not been a single day that I don't miss my home and mother. I thought that the days would be long and we would see each other one day.

However, my child is weak and powerless, and I will never see my family again in this life.

Throughout her life, she has enjoyed loving parents, harmonious relationships with her siblings, a respectful husband, and both a son and a daughter. She has truly enjoyed such rare blessings in this world.

Mother, don't worry. I'm back to Penglai now. When I was little, I heard my mother tell stories about the fairy Fuliu. I, like Fuliu, have come to the human world to experience glory.

When my son left, I was afraid of

I am worried about you, mother. I hope you take care of yourself. I will go back to serve the fairy. You don't have to worry. Your health is the most important thing in everything. I only wish you a long life.

Second, I am worried about the upbringing of my children. My daughter, Shi Wei, is not yet six years old, and my son, Shi Xuan, is over two years old. My siblings are all young, and there are no elders in the family to take care of them. I can only ask my mother to take care of them.

Third, I am afraid that Yuzhi has no virtuous wife to help him. When my son leaves, Yuzhi must stay in his wife's palace for three years. When he is three years old, my mother will find a virtuous, well-educated and polite woman to take over the inner court, to manage the inner house for me and raise my children.

Having said this, I am about to bid farewell to you. I was unable to be by your side when I was alive, and now that I am gone, I will trouble you to work hard for me.

I am truly unfilial. If there is an afterlife, I will be your mother's son again.