After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Yan Yun understood the meaning of what the old man said, but when he told it to the boy, Yan Yun felt disgusted.

At his age, it's time for him to consider these things.

Once upon a time, after marrying into the family, Granny Zhu would say every day that her husband was her whole world, and that taking good care of him was her everything. But in the end, she devoted herself to the mass grave.

Now that Yan Yun is intentionally getting closer, he is being talked about like this, and he is somewhat shaken. This shake is because he cannot protect the boy now. If the boy dies in this backyard because of him, it is something Yan Yun does not want to see.

Yan Yun abandoned his plan to deliver the snacks.

Ten days passed.

The miracle doctor that Zheng Jihua invited has arrived.

Yan Yun was also told to go and greet him, because the divine doctor had a strange temper and would not treat patients if things didn't go his way.

Rather than being greeted, Yan Yun thought she could go to the front door, as there weren't many opportunities to leave through the main gate, and she wanted to go and take a look.

She was helped by the nanny to get dressed and then taken to the front yard.

Zheng Jihua didn't intend to go out to greet them; there were already people waiting outside, and he only needed to wait in the main hall.

The concubine sat beside Zheng Jihua, holding his hand tightly; they looked quite affectionate.

Yan Yunhe and the old nanny stood to the side.

Zheng Jihua waved to her.

Yan Yun pretended not to see and hid behind the nanny.

The concubine felt that the child was just being immature and should rely more on his father. Noticing Zheng Jihua's disappointment, she immediately comforted him, "You haven't seen the master enough before, but you'll be closer to him in the future."

Zheng Jihua wasn't angry, after all, she wasn't often around her child, so it was perfectly normal for her to avoid her now.

Wait for someone outside to send a message in.

"Master, we're here."

Zheng Jihua had someone push him out.

Yan Yun stood still.

The maidservant beside Yan Yun asked in a low voice, "Miss, would you like to go out and take a look?"

Yan Yun knew why this so-called miracle doctor had come, and she didn't want to see him.

The maid and the old woman were talking.

As the butler led the way, voices drifted in.

"Thank you for your hard work, doctor, you must have had a long and arduous journey."

"You're too kind, Lord Zheng."

Yan Yun peeked out and saw an old man in a blue robe enter from outside. He looked like a wise and venerable man, with the air of a divine doctor.

He seemed to notice Yan Yun as well, and gave Yan Yun a serious look.

Yan Yun didn't look away; instead, she looked back at him intently.

Zheng Jihua welcomed the man into the main hall and seated him in the seat of honor. The prepared dishes were served one after another, with delicacies from land and sea laid out one by one. Zheng Jihua asked the man to eat first, as the rest of the house had also been prepared.

The old gentleman glanced at Yan Yun and spoke up.

"This must be Lord Zheng's daughter, right?"

Zheng Jihua nodded, her face full of affection, "Yes, this time I will have to trouble you to treat my daughter again."

"I will do my best."

Yan Yun ate a few bites and then stopped eating, jumping off the stool to leave.

But if you jump down, the maid next to you will carry you back up.

Yan Yun watched them jump down again, acting just like a mischievous monkey.

The concubine patiently coaxed her several times, but with outsiders present, she couldn't lose her temper. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she pleaded, "Granny, why don't you take Ning'er out for a walk to digest her food?"

The nanny immediately took Yan Yun away.

Yan Yun struggled free, her small fists drawing blood from the nanny's nose before she finally let go.

Yan Yun glanced at her, then jogged to the backyard.

This time she just stood at a distance. Even though she didn't bring food to the boy again, the wounds on his face didn't disappear. In fact, they were getting worse. He was still doing the same thing without stopping.

This time, however, he spotted Yan Yun standing there beforehand.

He had never taken the initiative before, and even when Yan Yun slipped something into his hand, he would hide it.

But this time, he raised his hand and waved at Yan Yun.

Yan Yun was momentarily taken aback.

The smile that child is giving me now is the result of my little trick, right?

It wasn't long before he greeted me so quickly?

Yan Yun immediately turned around and ran away.

The boy craned his neck, trying to follow her retreating figure, but she had already disappeared from his sight.

Yan Yun, who had escaped, was unaware of his feelings.

He had heard that a miracle doctor had come to the front yard. If he was a miracle doctor, he would surely be able to cure the young lady, right? The boy thought to himself, and hurriedly continued with the work he hadn't finished. If he could finish what he was doing quickly, could he also go to the front yard to take a look?

As Yan Yun fled in disarray, he felt contempt for himself, that he had actually panicked over using a child.

From the fact that the boy had greeted him earlier, Yan Yun knew that even if he sneaked out, the boy wouldn't report him.

She thought to herself that if she was using a child, how was she any different from that wicked concubine?

She stopped, wondering if she should have done it.

She told herself that she was doing this for the Yan family and for her parents. If she hesitated over such trivial matters, how could she possibly seek revenge against the concubine?

She must find time to return to the Yan residence as soon as possible to see her parents. How can outsiders decide the life-and-death feud between her and Zheng Jihua?

Day two.

Zheng Jihua was carried into the house.

Yan Yun lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and ignored it.

He was anxious to know Yan Yun's condition and called Ning'er several times, but received no response.

The old woman had her eyes open just now, but she's closed them to rest now.

Zheng Jihua immediately asked the miracle doctor.

"Are you asleep?"

The doctor saw that her eyes were tightly closed, and she must be unable to sleep.

"Master Zheng, there is no need to worry. Your daughter is perfectly fine."

"Then why hasn't she spoken a word at this age?"

The divine physician glanced at Yan Yun.

"If Miss wishes to speak, she may do so."

Although the miracle doctor said so, what Zheng Jihua cared about was whether his daughter could speak. Was it congenital or could it be cured? That was what worried him.

The miracle doctor had already removed the needles and packed up his belongings.

He looked at Zheng Jihua.

"My lord, please allow me a moment to speak with you."

Zheng Jihua gestured to the nanny to carry the divine doctor's medicine chest on her back, but the divine doctor raised his hand to decline.

"please."

Before Zheng Jihua could speak, the divine doctor asked him a question.

"Has Mr. Zheng ever considered getting his leg treated?"

The doctor's words disrupted Zheng Jihua's original plan. He wanted to ask about his daughter, but when asked about his legs, he raised his long sleeves to cover them.

He countered with a question about the miracle doctor.

Who wouldn't want that?

He was a man too, and even if he didn't want to ride a horse galloping, simply walking with his head held high had been his lifelong aspiration.

If it weren't for these legs, he wouldn't have married that woman from the Yan family when he was at the most impetuous age, letting her see his ugly side. Zheng Jihua's thoughts ended there, feeling that thinking about the dead was also unlucky.

A faint light flickered in his lifeless eyes.

The miracle doctor told Zheng Jihua.

"I can help Lord Zheng cure your stubborn leg ailment."

Zheng Jihua's already faint light suddenly became brighter, and he couldn't help but speak out.

"Sir, are you clear about what you are saying?"

The divine physician stroked his long beard; he naturally knew.

He was known as a miracle doctor because he was dedicated to saving people in the world who could not be saved by others.

Zheng Jihua lost his composure upon hearing his confirmation.

"If the miracle doctor can heal my legs, I will give you whatever you want."

He desperately wanted to grab the doctor's hand; only by grabbing it could he obtain what he desired.

The doctor looked at Zheng Jihua's flushed face and then comforted him.

"My lord, please calm down."

How could Zheng Jihua possibly remain calm? Hearing this news from him was like a second chance for him.

He wished he could put all his possessions in front of him right now, so that he would know that he was telling the truth.

He gripped his legs tightly, feeling nothing in them, but his heart was burning like a hot stone.

He looked at the miracle doctor and felt that he had never been happier than he was today.

Zheng Jihua invited the miracle doctor back to the courtyard.

The news that he could stand up again filled Zheng Jihua with joy. While waiting for the divine doctor to prepare, he had his servants escort him back to his study. His twitching lips couldn't hold back his laughter as soon as the servants left the room.

He laughed loudly a few times, looking up at the sky.

Feeling incredibly refreshed, he moved his wooden chair to his desk, which was covered with ledgers. There, he saw a long sword and stared intently at it without uttering a sound.

Yan Yun didn't hear what the old doctor and Zheng Jihua were saying; instead, the old nanny stayed inside the room watching over her.

She felt her lips were numb and sat up to get a drink of water.

The old woman looked at Yan Yun with a deep expression.

"Miss, the master dotes on you the most, so you must remember to make him like you more."

The old woman's thoughts were for the concubine, but even if they weren't for the concubine, the child in front of her was still her granddaughter, and she had to remind her not to be too spoiled. If she lost the master's love, a woman would suffer.

But the old woman's words did not serve as a warning to Yan Yun.

She got out of bed, poured herself some water from the kettle, and after drinking it, Yan Yun left the room.

The old woman watched her series of actions, realizing that she hadn't listened to a word she said.

Yan Yun naturally didn't take what the old doctor had said to him to heart.

What does Zheng Jihua think? Or maybe he feels sorry for her because she pretends to be mute? Shouldn't he be allowed to try? She died because of him.