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Concubine Liu took the medicine, covered herself with several thick quilts, and slept peacefully all night. It wasn't until the early morning that she started to complain of being hungry. After eating a bowl of meat porridge, she got up and looked in the mirror. It was then that the maid suddenly noticed that her face had changed again. The redness and swelling had subsided a lot, and the bloodstains had dried a little, but many small pustules had appeared.

"Ah! I don't want to live anymore, doctor, doctor, please call the doctor quickly.

No, no, he is just a quack.

Nanny Xiang, please go to Huichun Hall quickly and ask the best doctor to come over.

No! Let the Marquis call the imperial physician!

No, no, no, please go to Huichuntang first, Huichuntang.

hurry up! "

Doctor Song knew that he was being criticized before he even stepped into the house, and no one needed his treatment. After hearing what Concubine Liu yelled at him, Ruhua did not dare to ask the doctor to come in.

Dr. Song was so happy and relaxed that he simply carried his small medicine box on his back and walked away with a limp gait.

I'm old, so old! It seems I should return to my hometown to retire. Thinking back to when I took the young master's pulse last night, it seems that it's not just a simple fever caused by shock. But even with decades of medical practice, I can't figure out what's causing the surging heat in his body? I can only treat it as a normal fever caused by shock. Although the heat has subsided, I'm afraid it's only a temporary solution and there will be more trouble to come.

So now he was glad that his aunt didn't need him to continue treating them. The illnesses of both of them were strange. If they got worse and worse, or if something happened to them, it would be troublesome if they were punished later and their lives were in danger.

Qingshan Villa is more than a hundred miles away from the capital, at the foot of the beautiful Qingshan Mountain in the north. At this season, the mountains and fields are covered with yellow and red leaves, but no one appreciates its beauty this year.

At noon on the day of the house raid, five carriages left the city gate one after another and headed for Qingshan Villa, going in the opposite direction of the exile.

The leading carriage was driven by Guard Cao himself, carrying nine people from the General's Mansion: the eight-year-old concubine Jing Mingyao (Second Lady), the eight-year-old concubine of the First House, the less-than-two-year-old concubine Jing Mingyan, the nine-year-old legitimate son of the Second House, Jing Congxuan (Fifth Lady), the seven-year-old concubine of the Second House, Jing Conghao (Sixth Lady), the seven-year-old concubine of the Second House, and the six-year-old legitimate daughter Jing Mingjin (Third Lady). The servants accompanying them were Bilian, the maidservant of the Second House and Jing Mingyan's biological mother, Chunmei, Jing Mingjin's wet nurse, and two servants who served as servants to the Fifth and Sixth Lady, both two years older than them.

There are five boys and two girls in the lineage of my second uncle Jing Yongjian who stayed in Beijing. The oldest is nine years old and the youngest is just one year old. Originally, there was only an old woman accompanying them, and the housekeeper Jing arranged for a maid to take care of them.

The lineage of clan leader Jing Yongsheng had the most children, eleven in total, and was also the most troublesome. There were children of almost every age, four under three years old, and one crying for food.

By the time Guard Cao arrived, the maid they had been entrusted with had already run away. The children were crying and making a lot of noise, but no one cared. Luckily, they were all huddled together in fear, so none of them got lost. However, the four youngest were left lying and crawling around, completely unattended. If the steward hadn't arranged for someone to arrive in time, they would have likely been taken away by stray dogs. They were all placed in two carriages. The seven older ones took one, and the steward assigned a maid to one of them. The other four youngest ones were accompanied by four maids and maids.

Then there was Jing Yongqiang's lineage, with eight children. Although one was over a year old, the others were all over five. The oldest was also the youngest's aunt. Perhaps because the elders had already given instructions, they looked after each other quite well. Originally, the family had few servants, and the older ones were used to taking care of the younger ones. However, the head steward was worried and arranged for a maid to accompany them.

The last car was filled with Aunt Mi and Qingyi, as well as a few people they specifically requested. With so many children to take care of at once, if a few people weren't sent first, Uncle Huang's family would definitely not be able to handle it.

There was also a donkey cart behind carrying things, mostly food and clothing.

Jing Qiurong and Pu Ge'er and their group left the city on the third day after the exile team left. They arrived at Qingshan Villa two days later than the previous two groups. Apart from Ziyi and Dongzi, there were also a few guards arranged by Zhou Wei. Naturally, they discussed some follow-up matters with the butler before they separated.

Except for the two junior stewards who were left by the chief steward to handle the aftermath, most of the other servants were sent back to Qingshan Villa one after another in hired donkey carts when Jing Qiurong and the others went to see them off.

The green mountains remain, but the sunset is hard to be red again.

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Qingshan Villa,

Wu Tou put his hands on his hips, his eyes wide open, and cursed with saliva flying: "You skinny monkey, do you know that my grandfather is the clan leader? If you dare to fight me, you will be going against the entire clan!" His voice was full of arrogance and disdain, and his fat body was shaking slightly with anger. He wanted to throw his big fist again, but was grabbed by the arm by a girl next to him who was even thinner than him: "Listen to your aunt, don't hit me."

Wu Tou is not even ten years old. He is the grandson of the clan leader, the fifth and oldest one, and he often gets into trouble.

He punched the girl and pushed her to the ground. "Aunt? What kind of aunt are you? How dare a concubine's descendant interfere in the affairs of our legitimate family? You should be filial to us. Get out of here, or I'll beat you up too."

There were a few younger children crying nearby, and the youngest was even crawling on the ground.

The little boy across from Wutou, though frail, stood erect, his eyes gleaming with unyielding determination. He stood up, gently brushing off the dust from the corners of his clothes. A faint, sarcastic smile curled his bleeding lips as he spoke slowly, "Wutou, is this how the clan leader's grandson should behave? Bullying the weak and spewing foul language—even your grandfather's prestige can't mask your disrespect. I remember the clan rules clearly stating that we must live in harmony with our neighbors and respect everyone. If you truly want to be respected, you should first learn how to respect others."

A smaller one nearby pointed at Wutou angrily and said, "It's wrong for you to steal our things, and you dare to hit us?"

The fat body still showed no remorse. It jumped up and continued to rush forward, kicking the smaller one along the way, causing him to fall down again. The boy did quickly get up. Wu Tou continued, "I have the final say here. My grandfather is the clan leader. Whoever has his face should give it to me as a tribute."

The skinny child sneered, "Clan leader? If the clan leader were honest and just, he wouldn't dare ask people to pay him respects. He would also be ashamed of your behavior. He should make you kneel in the ancestral hall."

"Yes, otherwise the clan leader should be replaced." The little girl who called herself aunt stood up and was not polite. They were from Jing Yongqiang's lineage, and were originally closer to the clan leader's lineage, but they had just been settled down two days ago. That night, Wu Tou brought people to rob things, and relied on the fact that there were more men to beat their two younger brothers. Today, they came out to provoke again, stealing food and bedding, and they simply didn't want them to live.