A master of metaphysics is farming.

Through the mirror in her palm, Xiang He's forearm appeared, her eyes closed, yet a clear blue sky appeared before her. Her hand was behind a large tree, while Xiang Fusheng was leaning against the tree, fast asleep. A clear, playful laugh came from beside her ears; it was a woman's voice.

Xiang He's closed brows tightened, and Ling Mei withdrew her hand that had been inserted—

"You playful thing!"

With a curse, the hand that had been hidden gradually became visible. When the fingers emerged, it was clear that she was holding a phantom shadow in her hand. As the grasping motion rose higher and higher, another Xiang Fusheng suddenly appeared before the three of them!

Zhu Nan couldn't help but agree, "This!"

Xiang He had already stood up, grabbed the soul, and looked down to see that his hands were still being pulled by a pair of fair hands. Xiang He picked up a cinnabar brush, muttered a few words, and then drew a symbol on the mirror surface—

"what!--"

A sharp sound came from the mirror, and the hands twisted strangely before disappearing without a trace.

Xiang He dared not delay. The soul she held in her hand was very light. She picked up the palm mirror from Xiang Fusheng's hand and put it in her pocket. The soul seemed to feel the suction and instantly transferred to her body, lying face up.

"drink--"

Hearing this, Xiang He took a deep breath, grabbed the palm mirror, and ran to the window. She didn't forget to turn back and tell him, "Ten taels, not a penny less." After saying that, she jumped out of the window and left the room. She had only run two steps when she turned back again, "I forgot to mention, just drink something mild and nourishing. Remember not to take too much tonic."

Xing Ji hurriedly jumped out, leaving Zhu Nan looking bewildered. She only came to her senses when a soft cough came from the bed, and she quickly sat down, pretending to take Zhu Nan's pulse.

He Sui'an stood up with a flick of his sleeve, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes calm and indifferent. He took a few steps and opened the door. "You may come in now. Fusheng has already woken up."

The four women were overjoyed. Li and Yu pushed open the door and rushed to the bedside to check on Xiang Fusheng. His face was still pale, but his eyes were open and his chest was heaving violently, as if he was having difficulty breathing.

His eyes were still somewhat cloudy, but as he heard the calls in his ears, they finally became clearer.

He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes, finally making out his family's faces. Tears welled up silently in his eyes. "Ah, Mother... Grandma..."

Madam Yu burst into tears and threw herself on him, crying, "My son! You scared your mother to death..."

"My dear grandson! What... what happened? Why did he suddenly fall into a coma and won't wake up..."

The two women's cries were so powerful that Zhu Nan felt they were deafening. He stood up with a stiff face and looked to his young master for help. He Suian nodded slightly.

"Gentlemen, your young master's heart is congested. He just woke up after Mr. Zhu Nan performed acupuncture. He should return home and take good care of himself, but he must not take too much tonic, lest he overdo it and deplete his energy."

Zhu Nan lowered his eyes, his heart filled with admiration for his young master. He hadn't even mentioned any symptoms to the young lady, yet his young master had spoken so readily. But why did he feel ashamed of the word "sir"...

Just as he was lost in thought, his hands were suddenly grasped. Startled, he looked up and saw that Xiang Daqiang was holding his hands tightly with immense gratitude. "Thank you so much, Mr. Zhu Nan! If it weren't for you, I don't know when my Fusheng would have woken up..."

Zhu Nan withdrew her hand without showing any emotion. "Don't worry, just focus on nourishing yourself properly from now on..."

Looking at his empty hand, Xiang Daqiang awkwardly withdrew his hand, "I'm really excited, thank you very much, Mr. Zhu Nan."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."

The master and servant watched their family reunion. Xiang Fusheng was able to sit up and repeatedly thanked He Suian for finding someone to treat him. Although he had a grateful smile on his face, the smile did not reach his eyes.

He Sui'an noticed his expression and said, "If you're in a hurry to go back, I'll have a servant take you by carriage."

"Thank you, sir..."

He Suian got up to leave, but Xiang Daqiang stopped him, "Sir, we don't have that much silver on us, we can only pay you another day..."

He Sui'an looked at Zhu Nan, who quickly waved her hand, "It's alright, it's alright..."

It's a little uncomfortable to act like a gentleman in front of my own son.

"Please wait a moment, both of you," Madam Li said, getting up with the help of the bedside. "How much will the medical fee be?"

He Sui'an remained silent, while Zhu Nan coughed lightly, making a fist, "Since you are the teacher's student, then I will only charge ten taels."

"Ten taels?!"

The screams shook the roof tiles, and it felt as if dust was being shaken out even in places that couldn't be seen.

It's obvious without even guessing that she thought it was too expensive.

“Sir, please forgive me for speaking out, but Fusheng had an accident at your private school. You didn't consider Fusheng's health, so it's only right that you provide the money to save him—”

"Grandma!"

Xiang Fusheng's face was flushed, but it wasn't because he was in good health; rather, it was the color of shame rising within him.

He glanced at Madam Li with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, then smiled and bowed to He Sui'an, "Please don't be offended, sir. Grandma is being overly strict with me. She will definitely give me ten taels of silver."

Li was displeased after being scolded, but since Xiang Lao Si was also glaring at her, she could only shut up and stop talking.

He Sui'an remained gentle, showing no sign of anger. "Hmm, would you like to go home now?"

"Please prepare the carriage, sir..."

Just as He Suian was about to leave the room, Xiang Fusheng gritted his teeth and shouted to stop him, "Sir! When the student was unconscious, was there anything in his hand...?"

“No,” He Sui’an looked at him, “You were lying on the stone table, holding everything, but did you lose anything?”

Xiang Fusheng's face stiffened, and he shook his head stiffly, "Uh, perhaps I've misunderstood... I'll trouble you, sir..."

"Yes, you can go home and rest properly before returning to the private school."

"Yes……"

As soon as the two left the room, Xiang Fusheng grabbed his hand and asked, "Fusheng, you lost something? Is it something valuable? If you lost it, you must find it!"

Xiang Fusheng forcefully pulled his hand away, saying, "I misunderstood, Grandma, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing that she still wanted to ask more questions, Xiang Fusheng moved her bottom and got up. Yu Shi and Xiang Daqiang immediately went over to help her, saying, "Oh dear, help me up. You're feeling weak right now. You must take good care of yourself when you get back!"

"Of course! Look how pale you are. Tomorrow, your mother will kill a chicken and make soup for you to nourish your body."

The couple helped Xiang Fusheng out of the room. Li followed behind, muttering something under her breath. Xiang Laosi, annoyed by their noise, growled, "Stop arguing! That's Fusheng's teacher. Do you want him to be disrespected by his teacher in the future?!"

"That's not what I meant! But it clearly happened at the private school..."

"Alright! You've completely embarrassed me!"

"you!"

Xiang Lao Si strode towards the gate with the speed of the wind. Li Shi's face was as ugly as if she had eaten a toad, but since her beloved grandson had spoken, could she really go and make a scene at the teacher?

They had no choice but to accept their bad luck and pay up.

He cursed inwardly, held his breath, and boarded the carriage. As soon as he sat down, he heard Xiang Lao Si looking for Xiang He, and his arrogance immediately rose.

"Who cares! That wild girl's nowhere to be found, and there's no room for her in this carriage!" She immediately slapped the carriage floor a few times. "Let's go!"

The driver pulled on the reins, and the horse gradually started to run.

Xiang Fusheng, who had been half-lying down, suddenly sat up. "He'er's here too?!"

"She's here, but I wonder what that gentleman wants with her!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Fusheng's face fell into a stunned silence in the dark carriage. "It was... Master who came looking for her?"

Madam Yu patted his shoulder gently, "It was the master who found it, don't worry about it, you should close your eyes and rest for a while, the way back is still a long way off."

"Um……"

Xiang Fusheng slowly lay down, his stiff upper body concealing his complex emotions as he closed his eyes.