The beautiful woman in the quick transmigration novel has been targeted by the male lead again.

Another period of chaos ensued, and soon the entire room was brightly lit.

The servants rushed back and forth, calling for the doctor, asking for the old lady, and some even saying they wanted to invite the Marquis over as well. The place was as noisy as a market.

Chang Ning didn't need to pretend at all; she was already on the verge of collapse from shock. If it weren't for Tong Chun and Tong Xia supporting her, she would have fallen to the ground long ago.

They still say there's no grudge? If there's no grudge, Chang Ning will read his own name backwards!

A moment later, someone announced: "The Marquis has arrived!"

Shen Yanzheng changed his clothes, strode in, his sharp eyes sweeping over the room, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

He clearly held great authority in the mansion; the servants all bowed their heads, not daring to answer. Shen Yanping had already been carried onto the bed. Shen Yanzheng glanced at her and then called out, "Sister-in-law, you speak."

Chang Ning felt a chill run down his spine, thinking that it was extremely inappropriate for him to utter those two words.

She timidly looked up, met his ambiguous gaze, and quickly lowered her head again: "I... I was planning to rest, but before going to bed I came to see Second Master and found him suddenly convulsing and unconscious, so I quickly called for help..."

"So that's it."

Shen Yanzheng said with his hands behind his back, "It's all thanks to my sister-in-law's great care for my second brother."

Chang Ning remained silent, not daring to speak.

Then he asked, "Where is the night watchman?"

"The servant is here."

The two maids knelt on the ground, trembling.

Shen Yanzheng asked, "Did your second brother act strangely before your sister-in-law came in?"

The maidservant thought carefully for a moment, then stammered, "No...no..."

"You mean, my second brother's condition suddenly worsened for no apparent reason?"

"This servant... dares not!"

The little maid kowtowed until her head bled: "My lord, please see the truth!"

Shen Yanzheng took two steps and called out, "Wu Feng!"

A man who looked like a guard stepped forward: "Your subordinate is here!"

"Lock them both up first, then go see if the doctor has arrived."

"Yes!"

Just as the two maids were being led away, there was another flurry of footsteps outside, along with a maid's voice: "Madam, please slow down!"

"Ping'er, Ping'er!"

The old lady, without even having time to dress up, rushed over with her hair disheveled after receiving the news, asking, "How is my son?"

She rushed into the inner room, ignoring Shen Yanzheng beside her, and went straight to the bedside. Shen Yanping's face had already turned blue, and he was barely breathing. He let out a shrill cry: "Ping'er!"

"Doctor, has the doctor arrived yet? Hurry!"

"I'm coming!"

The doctor who came this time was a complete stranger. He was practically carried in by the servants and was still panting when he sat down on the edge of the bed. The old lady clutched her handkerchief, her heart breaking: "Doctor, please take a look at my son!"

The doctor responded and began taking the pulse, checking the left hand and then the right. Finally, he sighed and said, "Second Master is already at the end of his life; I'm afraid things are not going well."

Upon hearing this, the old lady fainted.

The crowd erupted into chaos again.

The doctor quickly took the old lady's pulse and administered acupuncture, saying that she had suffered a temporary attack of qi and blood to the heart, but there was nothing seriously wrong, and she would soon regain consciousness.

Shen Yanzheng had someone help the old lady to the side to rest, and instructed the doctor to do everything possible to treat Shen Yanping, and to bring whatever medicinal herbs he needed.

He acted like a loving brother!

The doctor then felt a pang of regret, realizing he shouldn't have been so greedy for the five hundred taels of medical fees. This second master was clearly on his deathbed, and if the Marquis got angry, he might have the money but not the life to spend it!

But there's no time to think about that now. We can only stabilize the situation with acupuncture first, and then send someone to fetch ginseng and other medicinal herbs.

Shen Yanzheng dismissed everyone who was not needed, sat down in the outer room, and had someone help the second wife to sit down.

Chang Ning sat to his left, not daring to move. She felt a gaze relentlessly fixed on her, but with so many maids and servants around, she didn't even have the courage to look up.

My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. This person looks so righteous right now, who would have thought he was so awful just now? Could it be that he did it on purpose?

He deliberately caused the death of his second brother and dragged her into it as well.

What if he decides to silence you one day?

Those grand mansions and compound buildings are truly dangerous!

Then she thought, if the Second Master died, would she also not be able to survive?

The old lady would definitely not let her go. Just thinking about this made Chang Ning feel like she was sitting on pins and needles!

Seeing her fidgety appearance, Shen Yanzheng scoffed inwardly, "Is your wife worried about your second brother?"

Chang Ning: "...Yes, yes."

This guy is killing me! Why did he suddenly start talking?!

Shen Yanzheng leaned back in his chair and tapped the armrest: "Don't worry, there's nothing you can do anyway, it'll only add to your worries."

Chang Ning: "..."

You're so good with words!

"Ping'er!"

The old lady on the soft couch woke up and was helped to sit up. "Madam, the Second Master is inside, and the doctor is administering acupuncture!"

The old lady immediately got up and went inside. Shen Yanping's body was covered with silver needles, but he himself did not react at all. The old lady's cries were so mournful that they broke the hearts of all who heard them.

After a while, she suddenly rushed out and pleaded, "My lord, please send someone to the palace to fetch a royal physician! Ping'er is dying!"

Shen Yanzheng was drinking tea when he heard this, and without even putting down his teacup, he said, "No."

"He is your own brother!"

The old lady's voice was shrill, "Are you going to just stand by and watch someone die?"

Shen Yanzheng didn't even frown: "You've probably forgotten how many times the Marquis's mansion has invited imperial physicians since my second brother's accident, and how many times they've actually been summoned."

Why did we need to find Doctor Lin later on? Why did we need to find this unknown doctor tonight? Isn't it because the palace is already dissatisfied with this? Do they really think that you can just invite the imperial physician whenever you want?

Shen Yanzheng's voice was cold: "The Marquis's mansion is no longer what it used to be."

The old lady seemed to have taken a step back as if struck by a blow, but she quickly rallied her spirits: "Please do it one last time, otherwise Ping'er might not make it!"

This is her only son!

Shen Yanzheng raised an eyelid: "The Marquis's mansion has long lost the Emperor's favor. If you want to ask, why not ask the Minister's mansion to step in?"

The old lady, Madam Yu, is the legitimate daughter of the current Minister of Revenue.

"Shen Yanzheng!" The old lady was furious. "Are you so jealous of Ping'er that you're determined to kill him?"

These words were so serious that the maids and servants all knelt on the ground.

Chang Ning sat in the chair, looking completely bewildered.

Shen Yanzheng smiled and said, "What, does the Minister's Mansion not want to save this grandson?"

As if her sore spot had been touched, the old lady flicked her sleeve and went back into the inner room.

The maids bustled about, preparing soup and medicine, while Shen Yanzheng remained unmoved, and Chang Ning drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, a voice suddenly came from inside: "Madam, the Second Master has passed away!"

Chang Ning jolted awake.

She subconsciously looked at Shen Yanzheng, only to see him stand up, seemingly unsurprised, and calmly instruct, "Prepare for the funeral."