Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

Let's go back to midnight yesterday.

In that remote, abandoned courtyard in the suburbs, Zhang was sleeping restlessly with her three children in her arms.

She stared at the large hole in the roof and the rustling sounds coming from the thatched roof, which must be some kind of insect or rat moving around.

Although she cleaned the place, it was so dilapidated that there weren't enough materials, and many parts simply couldn't be repaired.

Repairing the roof costs money, patching the windows costs money, and there's nothing to eat or drink.

She only had a few copper coins on her, and her only tael of silver was taken by Wu Zishan.

He is a scholar who aspires to be an official; he needs money. It doesn't matter if she and the children eat less or wear less.

However, the drafty house was quite cold.

Although it is already March, the cold of late spring is still biting. Zhang curled up and tried to hold her three children in her arms.

The children were cold too; although they were asleep, they instinctively curled up.

Zhang felt heartbroken, but there was nothing she could do; she had nothing.

She silently comforted herself, thinking that their lives would definitely improve once Wu Zishan became an official.

She tenderly patted the heads of the three children one by one.

When she touched her youngest son, her hand suddenly froze.

The youngest son's forehead was terribly burning hot.

The child has a fever.

A fever can be fatal for a child who is less than a week old.

What's more, she had no medicine.

Even for dinner, the child only managed to drink a sip of rice cereal.

Zhang's heart was instantly thrown into turmoil, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

She didn't even realize she was crying. She got out of bed, shook her two children awake, and picked up her feverish youngest son.

"Da Ya, Shuanzi!"

The two children were groggily awakened and looked at Zhang Shi with alarm and unease.

"daughter."

"Da Ya exclaimed."

"Da Ya, Shuan Zi, Tie Zhu has a fever. I'm taking him to find your father. You two stay here obediently and wait for me to come back. Lock the door."

Daya and Shuanzi both nodded obediently.

Zhang hurriedly ran outside with her youngest son in her arms.

Daya and Shuanzi were clearly very experienced in life. When Zhang went out, the two children locked the door and then huddled together for warmth on the bed.

They were shivering from the cold. Shuanzi asked, "Sister, will Mother be able to find Father?"

Daya paused for a moment, then said, "I think so."

Shuanzi then asked, "I found it. Will Dad take care of my younger brother?"

"I think...it will!"

Daya's voice sounded somewhat uncertain.

At Longfu Hotel, Zhang had gone to the street to buy food yesterday, and she had also heard the people of Huangkua discussing the posting of the yellow notice.

She had someone find Wu Zishan's name on the yellow list.

So she knew that Wu Zishan had been infected.

She also heard that many newly appointed scholars stayed at the Longfu Inn.

So, Zhang took the child directly to Longfu Inn. Unfortunately, although there was no curfew, the inn's doors were closed because it was late at night.

Ignoring everything else, Zhang rushed forward and pounded on the door.

"Is anyone there? Help! Help me!"

Longfu Inn is a business after all. Although few people would come at this late hour, there were still people in the lobby.

Hearing the noise, the waiter opened the door.

Upon seeing a woman with tears streaming down her face outside the door, the waiter said coldly, "Madam, this is an inn, not a government office or a clinic. We cannot save your life."

As he said this, the waiter stepped aside and gestured for Zhang to step into the inn.