The head of the Red Mansion

Chapter 49 Accountability
At Rongguo Mansion, Grandmother Jia did not sleep well all night.

This morning, besides Madam Xing, only a few children came to pay their respects to her.

None of the people who went to the Wang family yesterday returned home, which shows that the situation there is extremely dangerous.

That was bad enough, but what angered her the most was that her eldest son was addicted to faking illness.

hum~
Did she not know his ulterior motives?
Wang Ziteng is in trouble. That wretched boy is only gloating. He's probably having a good time with his mistress right now.

The old lady grew angrier the more she thought about it, and immediately ordered a sedan chair to go and teach him a lesson herself.

The sedan chair arrived quickly. The maid guarding the gate was about to greet the old lady when a rough old woman covered her mouth.

With a stern face, Grandmother Jia leaned on the sandalwood cane that the Emperor Emeritus had bestowed upon her when the Duke was alive, determined to give her eldest son a good beating.

At this time, Jia She was catching up on sleep; he had barely slept all night.

Zizhi Tongjian!
What does this have to do with playing chess?

I initially thought my sister-in-law had just taken it randomly, but the small jewelry set she gave me clearly showed that she had put thought into it.

hiss~
Wang Ziteng was in trouble, and Wang Zisheng's fate was unknown. This should have been a happy occasion for him, but he felt that there was a deeper meaning behind his sister-in-law's gift of the book.

Scholars all like to do this.

Back then, my elder brother was like this, and now my sister-in-law is like this too. It's a pity he didn't study properly back then.

bang~
When the door was violently kicked open by the maid, Jia She was so startled that he sat up abruptly.

"Father!"

Yingchun, who was brewing medicine in the tea room, was also startled. She had gone to pay her respects to the old lady early in the morning and then rushed back to brew the medicine. Her father was understanding and said that she could stay up a little later so he could sleep a little longer. Just as she was wondering whether to wake her father up, she was startled by the sound.

She rushed out and saw the old woman, and her face turned pale with fright. "Old woman..."

Grandmother Jia glanced at her, then walked expressionlessly toward her son's room.

Hmph, she's already given her eldest son and that vixen time to hide under the covers, so don't even think about anything else.

As a mother, Grandmother Jia knew how to handle her eldest son.

only……

"Mother……!"

Early in the morning, the old lady stormed over like a stern-faced demon, and Jia She was genuinely flustered for a moment.

However, seeing the old lady's surprised and then searching look, he immediately understood.

I was truly disheartened.

"Father, please lie down properly, your back is not good."

Yingchun's voice was full of worry.

She was afraid of the old lady, but her father had been so kind to her last night, and she couldn't bear to see him suffer so early in the morning.

Yingchun bowed to Grandmother Jia, "Grandmother, you...you've come to visit Father? He was in pain last night and couldn't sleep well, and hasn't taken his medicine yet."

Jia Mu: "..."

So she misunderstood? Did the boss really hurt his back?
She took a deep breath. "Second daughter, is the medicine ready? If it is, bring it over quickly."

The old lady felt a little guilty and looked at her eldest son, who looked listless, "At your age, don't you know you need to take your medicine on time?"

"Yes!"

Jia She was too lazy to argue with the old lady. "Go and bring the medicine."

"Father, it's still hot, please... wait a moment."

Yingchun saw that her father's complexion was even worse than yesterday, and felt very distressed. "I'll go blow on it for you."

"Hmm~"

Jia She nodded, "Go ahead, I need to say a few words to the old lady."

Xing had gone to pay his respects to her early in the morning. He thought the old lady was worried about him and had asked his wife to come back early to serve him.

ho~
It turns out that he was just deluding himself.

ridiculous!

ridiculous!!!

"...Please sit down, ma'am!"

Yingchun glanced at the old lady whose expression had softened, then fawned over her by bringing her a chair before leaving.

Grandmother Jia sat down, waved to the servants, signaling them to leave, and then said, "Xing didn't tell me you were so badly injured."

She made such a big fuss, yet Madam Xing wasn't even there.

Grandmother Jia was quite angry with Xing Shi at this moment.

If she had said just one more word, she wouldn't have come here like this.

"Where is she? Why isn't she coming to serve us?"

Jia She: "..." He really didn't want to talk.

But the Xing family...

"She took care of her son half the night before, and he told her to go catch up on her sleep."

Jia Mu: "..."

She sighed helplessly, "Your second brother and the others didn't come back last night. I'm afraid Wang Zisheng is really not well."

What does it have to do with him?

Jia She remained silent.

"I thought your injuries weren't that serious, so I was going to have you come over to take a look."

She looked at her eldest son with worry in her eyes, "Today, let's invite another imperial physician!" At this point, the old lady sighed again, "If only Lian'er were at home."

If there's anything that needs to be done, it's the same if Jia Lian runs the errand.

But Jia She wouldn't listen to her; at least her son was alright, and once she started talking...

“Yingchun is also very good; she stayed up half the night with me yesterday.”

The son is determined not to come back.

Even if he were to work as a servant for his uncle, it would be better than coming back.

Jia She made up his mind, "Grandma, I plan to have Yingchun move back in."

Although there will be many inconveniences when his daughter comes, as his sister-in-law said, his daughter can also be his pillar of support.

Look at how she defended him just now.

A tender look flashed in Jia She's eyes, "It'll be good for her to keep Xing company."

Jia Mu: "..."

She was reluctant.

Second Sister and Third Sister are doing well living in her back room.

The old lady's face hardened again. "What can Xing teach her? She can play and learn things while keeping Tan'er and her sister company. It will also make her a good match when it comes to marriage."

She was a Duchess of the highest rank; having children raised by her was a way to elevate their social standing.

"Alright, you can leave her alone."

Grandmother Jia stood up and said, "Take good care of yourself and get well soon!"

Although she had misunderstood her son, she didn't want to stay here any longer.

"...Your son respectfully sees his mother off!"

Jia She lay prostrate on the bed until the old lady got into the sedan chair and left, only then did he straighten up again.

"Father……"

Yingchun poked her little head out, "Time to drink medicine!"

Jia She: "..."

He wasn't sick, but he still had to take medicine.

Hey~
That's it.

Fortunately, his lower back also hurts occasionally.

He grabbed the bowl, gulped down the medicine in a few mouthfuls.

"Rinse your mouth quickly."

Yingchun came running in and served him another cup of tea.

Jia She obediently rinsed his mouth, and then his daughter fed him a candied fruit, which finally calmed the little maid down.

"Father, please rest. Your daughter is in the tea room over there. If you need anything, just call me."

"go Go!"

My daughter is so thoughtful.

Jia She felt that Jia Lian was better than that mischievous monkey.

Of course, this was far better than the current situation where Xing Shi, who was like a pillar, had only just arrived.

“You didn’t sleep well last night either,” he said in an unusually gentle voice. “I don’t need to be served now, my dear. Go and take a nap in your wife’s room.”

"Yes, yes, I'll take Er Yatou with me."

Xing received a glare from her husband and hurriedly agreed.

The door closed quickly, and Jia She lay down again.

He still couldn't fall asleep.

The candied fruit in my mouth was sweet, and this sweetness went down my throat, slowly easing the bitterness in my heart and the pent-up anger, as if it had all been suppressed.