I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

Back in the room, it was warm and cozy.

Xi'er was standing on a stool, taking down the pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles that were half-burnt and replacing them with new ones.

Seeing Shang Sheyu enter, the little maid nimbly jumped off the stool: "Miss is back. I'll go get you some hot water to soak your feet; it's very cold outside."

She took off her coat and handed it to Xi'er. She walked to the round table, sat down, picked up the teacup, took a sip, but couldn't taste anything.

Her eyes were somewhat glazed over as she stared blankly at the flickering candlelight.

"Miss?"

Seeing that she remained silent for a while, Xi'er moved closer and waved her hand in front of her eyes: "What's wrong? Didn't you have enough fun today?"

Shang Sheyu snapped out of his reverie, put down his teacup, and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Thinking of something, she instructed, "Go and take a look around the main kitchen, or chat with the cleaning maids you know well, and ask if anyone in the manor has been injured or if anything serious has happened in the past few days."

Upon hearing this, Xi'er was taken aback.

Without asking any further questions, the little girl nodded and ran out.

About the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, Xi'er came running back, panting.

"Miss, I've asked around." She took the hot tea Shang Sheyu handed her, gulped down a large mouthful, and then wiped her mouth, saying, "Strangely enough, I didn't get any information out of her."

The servants in the manor all said that apart from the young master of Huai'an having a fever a few days ago and needing to call a doctor from Huichuntang, they hadn't heard of any master being sick or injured.

This is interesting.

She had clearly seen such a commotion in the East Garden, but the servants knew nothing about it.

This only shows that the news of Western medicine entering the government was suppressed.

Either Granny Yan avoided the servants' notice, or the mistress gave a strict order to silence everyone in the mansion.

Regardless of the reason, it shows that the "patient" in Dongyuan is definitely not a simple person.

Moreover, these injuries and illnesses are something that cannot be exposed to the light of day.

"Alright, if we didn't get any answers, then let it go." Not wanting Xi'er to get involved in this kind of trouble, she changed the subject: "Go back and rest early."

Although Xi'er found it strange, she didn't think much of it. After helping Shang Sheyu wash up, she went to the outer room to keep watch.

The night was deep and quiet, and all was still.

Shang Sheyu lay on the large mahogany bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

My mind is filled with images of those white coats swaying in the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden gust of wind picked up outside.

Mixed in with the sound of the wind, there was that familiar "thump" again.

The sound was even more muffled than the previous two nights, sending chills down one's spine.

Shang Sheyu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, wrapped in the covers.

She got out of bed barefoot, not daring to turn on the light, and walked to the window in the dark, carefully pushing open a crack to look out.

There is no moon tonight, and the East Garden remains pitch black.

But in the darkness, several figures could be vaguely seen moving about.

By the light of the snow on the ground, you could vaguely make out those people going in and out, seemingly carrying something.

Those people moved extremely lightly, without making a sound.

Although they were far apart and he couldn't see their faces and clothes clearly, Shang Sheyu instinctively knew that they were the group of Western doctors he had seen in the evening.

She gently closed the window and crawled back into bed.

The Quan Mansion appears magnificent, but inside it is like a huge black hole, harboring filth and unfathomable depths.

Suddenly I remembered what Shang Pengyue experienced here in her past life?

Also, how did Shang Pengyue die?

She was certain that her fourth sister had also been reborn, just like her. She had been killed by the Shang family, but what about her fourth sister?

After she was killed, how far did the business go?

Has Shang Pengyue successfully taken over the glory she created?

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the light filtering through the window paper was still a bluish-gray.

Shang Sheyu sat in front of the dressing table, looking at her slightly pale face in the bronze mirror.

Xi'er stood beside her, holding a powder puff, and frowned, saying, "Miss, did you not sleep all night? You've applied such a thick layer of powder, how come it still can't cover the dark circles under your eyes?"

The series of noises last night, coupled with the chaotic speculations in his mind, kept Shang Sheyu awake almost all night.

She raised her hand, not answering Xi'er's question, and tapped her fingertip under her eyes: "Apply more makeup to cover this complexion."

Seeing that her mistress was unwilling to say more, Xi'er didn't ask any more questions and quickly applied makeup to her.

With a thick layer of makeup and a touch of lip rouge, the person in the mirror looked much more energetic.

After getting ready, Shang Sheyu put on the moon-white fox fur cloak and led Xi'er toward the North Garden.

Now that she's entered the Quan family, she should investigate the secrets of this household.

When they arrived at Beiyuan, Si Nan was having breakfast at a round table.

There were seven or eight dishes on the table: crystal jelly, crab roe buns, and thick, steaming millet porridge.

Granny Yan stood to the side, serving food to Si Nan with serving chopsticks.

Upon seeing Shang Sheyu enter, Si Nan paused slightly in her chopsticks, raising an eyebrow.

"The daughter-in-law greets her mother-in-law."

Shang Sheyu bowed respectfully.

"Why are you here so early today? You've been in the household for several days now, you don't need to get up early to pay your respects anymore."

"I couldn't fall back asleep after waking up, so I came to keep my mother-in-law company." Shang Sheyu straightened up, a polite smile on her face.

"Have you eaten?" Si Nan pointed to the seat opposite.

Shang Sheyu shook his head honestly: "No."

"Then sit down and have something to eat together," Si Nan instructed Granny Yan, "Go and get a set of chopsticks and a bowl for the Third Young Mistress."

Granny Yan responded and left. Soon she brought over a set of blue and white porcelain bowls and chopsticks, and also ladled out a bowl of steaming millet porridge, placing it in front of Shang Sheyu.

Shang Sheyu thanked him and sat down opposite Si Nan.

She ate with elegance, her spoon never touching the rim of the bowl, making not a sound.

After taking a couple of sips of porridge, Si Nan couldn't help but glance at Shang Sheyu.

Although this girl is usually well-behaved, it's rare for her to come over so early in the morning in the cold wind.

"Speak, what brings you here so early?"

Si Nan put down her spoon and picked up a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth.

Shang Sheyu also put down her spoon, placed her hands on her knees, and said with concern, "Mother-in-law, actually, when I came back from outside last night, I happened to see Granny Yan leading several foreign doctors into the corridor. I was worried that you might not be feeling well and didn't sleep well all night, so I came to check on you this morning."

Standing to the side, Granny Yan's face darkened, and she subconsciously glanced up at Si Nan, her eyes filled with panic.

Shang Sheyu silently observed Granny Yan's reaction.

Si Nan's face didn't change much. His cloudy but sharp eyes narrowed slightly, then quickly relaxed, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"It's kind of you to go out of your way." Si Nan sighed and rubbed her temples.

"As people get older, their bodies become weaker. I did have a headache and fever last night. I was afraid of disturbing you, so I asked Granny Yan to secretly call a doctor to come and see me. After taking medicine and sweating it out, I was much better this morning."

Looking at Si Nan's rosy complexion and her excellent appetite just now, Shang Sheyu suppressed her thoughts.

This old lady doesn't even bother to think before she lies.

If you were truly ill enough to call a doctor overnight, would you still be sitting here this morning, happily drinking porridge?