A master of metaphysics is farming.

A few days later, Fourth Aunt received the news that Xiang Lianmei had fallen into a coma at night and had been insane for several days after waking up. She could not eat and kept muttering "child".

Xiang He was sweeping dust at the shop in front of the courtyard. When her aunt was talking passionately, she would pat her a few times.

"Say something! Isn't this something you want to hear?"

Xiang He looked at the gloomy weather outside the door, and her mood also darkened. "It's not that it sounds bad, but where did you hear that, Fourth Aunt? This is the city, how could you find out so easily?"

"Hey!" Fourth Aunt took the broom from her hand. "I often go to the West Market, you know. The vegetables at home grow fast. I heard that from others when I went to sell them."

"My ninth sister's in-laws dislike her because of her miscarriage, and she's still a bit obsessed. Will she be kicked out of their home?"

"I don't know, but she won't be easily kicked out. After all, she was married through proper channels. If she were kicked out, it would be a huge loss of face for her and would cause a lot of gossip."

I married her myself, and the miscarriage wasn't my intention. If I get kicked out, people will definitely talk behind my back.

Xiang He nodded slightly. This kind of mental illness requires a mental cure. If she wants to get better, she can only get pregnant with another child, but judging from her condition, she probably won't be able to have one for several years.

Thinking of this, Xiang He didn't bother to think about anything else. She picked up the large umbrella and went out. "Fourth Aunt, I'm going to the clothing shop."

"Come back early, I've called the husband over for dinner!"

"Know it!"

Walking from the south alley to the east street, pedestrians chatted in twos and threes. Xiang He deliberately took a detour and "coincidentally" passed by Xiang Lianmei's house. Several women sitting opposite her were pointing and whispering, seemingly quite crazy.

However, the eerie aura emanating from the house had completely dissipated, which put her at ease.

She seemed to be leaving unintentionally, but unfortunately ran into a couple who were in a hurry. However, they stopped when they saw Xiang He.

"He girl?"

Xiang He nodded calmly, "Second Uncle, Second Aunt."

The urgency in Zhang's eyes faded slightly, replaced by a hint of doubt as she asked, "Where...are you going?"

"I'm going to East Street to find my mother." Xiang He stepped aside slightly. "I won't disturb you two any longer, I'll be going now."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Zhang did not stop her. Her heart was full of thoughts about her daughter. She hurriedly ran to the front door, and before she could knock, the door opened from the inside.

Xiang Lianmei ran out with disheveled hair and clothes, murmuring "child".

Seeing her about to leave, Zhang immediately grabbed her, "Lianmei! Why are you out here!"

"I...I'm going to find the child..."

Her eyes were unfocused as she struggled to break free from Zhang's grasp. Xiang Dacheng, standing to the side, glared at her and yelled, "Go back! What are you doing!"

At this moment, Xiang Lianmei didn't care who the person was; she only wanted to find her child. She desperately pried open Zhang's hands and ran outside without waiting for a reply.

"Lianmei!"

Zhang hurriedly caught up, but Xiang Dacheng looked at her with disdain and didn't want to pay attention. However, she was his daughter and he valued this in-law even more, so he turned his back and followed closely.

As Lianmei ran aimlessly, her unfocused gaze suddenly focused on one person. Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately chased after him and grabbed him.

Xiang He was caught off guard and turned to look at her. "Ninth Sister, what's wrong?"

The face of the person before her was clear, and Xiang Lianmei's astonishment was palpable. She gripped Xiang He's arm with both hands, gritting her teeth and shouting, "You, it's you! Give me back my child!"

With her arms held captive, Xiang He didn't struggle but just frowned in confusion, "Ninth Sister, what are you saying?"

"It's you! It's me, it's you! It's you...it's you, that evil spirit, who has harmed my child! Give me back my child!"

Xiang Lianmei's bloodshot eyes widened, her fingernails clenched tightly. Xiang He gasped, looking at her crazed state, and touched the back of her neck with her right hand to stop her from moving.

"Ninth Sister, what are you saying? Have you gone mad?"

"It was you! There's something wrong with your house! You're the one who did it!"

Seeing her so erratic, Xiang He quickly broke free from her hands, found the acupoints, and pressed down hard with her thumb after kneading half a circle. Xiang Lianmei's head tilted back and her body went limp. Xiang He immediately helped her to the ground slowly.

"Lianmei!"

Zhang rushed over and hugged Xiang He tightly, then pushed him away, saying, "What are you doing! What did Lianmei mean?!"

Seeing her fierce expression, Xiang He just innocently rubbed her arms and said, "I don't know what she said either. Why don't you wait until she wakes up and ask her?"

Zhang protected her daughter, afraid that Xiang He would touch her.

Impatiently, someone urged Da Cheng, "Take her back quickly! She's an embarrassment!"

"Lianmei is your daughter too!"

Zhang gritted her teeth inwardly, then heard hushed whispers nearby. She glared at them angrily, "What are you saying! You gossipy bastards!"

The older women sitting across the hall pouted, "Can't people even talk about it? Look at her, is she possessed by something? Still shouting about her child, everyone knows she miscarried."

"That's right! If the child is gone, it's gone. You can just get pregnant again. Why make it seem like you're risking your life?"

"After all, it's her first child, so she probably can't accept it right away."

"But it's been more than half a year, and she's still acting like she's gone crazy every day. It's really upsetting!"

Her antics over the past few days have annoyed even onlookers, let alone Lianmei's husband's family. It's already magnanimous of them not to kick her out.

Listening to their conversation, Xiang Heping shifted her gaze to the gate. It had been going on for so long, yet her husband's family hadn't come out. It seemed they didn't want to get involved anymore. If she didn't go back, her husband's family would be happy to have their own way.

Xiang He patted her skirt and stood up. "Second Aunt, let's help Ninth Sister back to rest first. We can talk about anything else when she wakes up. I'm in a hurry to find Mother."

Xiang Dacheng urged impatiently, "Hurry up!"

Zhang wanted to ask more questions, but it wouldn't look good for her daughter to have fainted there, so she quickly pulled her up and half-carried her towards her husband's house. Before crossing the threshold, she turned back to look at Xiang He.

Xiang He felt a pang of sympathy, simply waved goodbye, and turned to leave.

I could still hear the older women gossiping around me; this matter would probably be talked about for a few more days.

Looking at Lianmei's condition just now, she must have remembered that night the moment she saw Xianghe, but not completely.

If she wakes up, she'll have to rush straight to the courtyard. Xiang He needs to figure out a good way to deal with this.

With my mind filled with various thoughts, I unknowingly arrived at East Street, which was still as bustling as ever.

Xiang He went straight to the clothing shop, where there were quite a few customers. Many people surrounded the embroiderer to ask her for advice. This was Xiang He's idea: to have the embroiderer do embroidery on the spot, which might attract even more customers.

After all, young women love needlework, and just a little instruction is enough to keep guests entertained.

If you only teach the superficial skills, the girl won't learn the essence.

Zheng Niang, bearing the title of embroiderer, attracted many people to her. Upon seeing the beautiful clothes, the girls became interested in them.

Seeing the business thriving, Xiang He felt much more at ease.

Xiang Huiying, who was busy outside the door, saw her coming and hurriedly waved, "He girl, what brings you here? Why are you standing outside? Come in quickly."

Xiang Huiying was both an embroiderer and a maid who entertained female guests.

Xiang He stepped inside and listened to the girls praising the embroidery. Although she didn't know much about these things, she could tell the difference between good and bad praise.

Seeing her, Zheng Niang chatted with the person next to her for a few words before coming over, "Miss, you have some free time today to come and take a look?"

"Hmm," Xiang He exclaimed, looking at the clothes hanging on the counter, "These patterns are so beautiful!"

With a gentle smile, Zheng Niang walked to a cabinet, opened it, and took out two sets of clothes. "These are Zheng Niang's kind gesture, please don't refuse, young lady."

Looking at the two elegant outfits in her hands, Xiang He was slightly surprised. "Why are you making clothes for me?"

"The young lady dresses plainly every day, so I thought I'd add some vibrancy. Do you like it?"

"Thank you, Madam Zheng."

After Xiang He took it, she remembered something. "Oh right, Zheng Niang, could you embroider a yellow dress for me? Consider it a gift from me as a thank you for buying it."

"of course can."