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

Murdering the young master of the master's family is a serious crime. If you confess, not only will you die, but you will also lose your family.

If they don't confess, they'll be beaten to death.

His eyes suddenly hardened. "I did it! I did it all! I just don't like him!"

Before he could finish speaking, the servant suddenly sprang up from the ground and, before anyone could react, crashed headfirst into the vermilion pillar next to him.

boom!

A muffled thud, and blood splattered everywhere.

"what!"

Er Gou's body slid down limply, his brains splattered, and he died on the spot.

The maids inside screamed in fright, shrinking back and covering their eyes, too scared to look.

Xi'er rushed to Shang Sheyu's side immediately, blocking her view: "Miss, don't look, don't look."

Shang Sheyu was startled by this sudden suicide attempt by hitting the pillar; his heart clenched and his face turned deathly pale.

Although she had died once and witnessed many life-and-death situations in her previous 22 years, the horrific scene of living people with their brains splattered out before her eyes still violently impacted her senses.

The room reeked of blood, making one want to vomit.

Si Nan's face was ashen as he stared at the corpse on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

There is no way to verify the truth since the dead are dead.

This was a scheme orchestrated long ago, with even an escape route planned out, using a worthless life to sever the clues.

"Drag the body out, don't make a mess of the place."

The old woman closed her eyes briefly, her voice weary yet ruthless: "Keep an eye on everyone in the yard, interrogate them one by one!"

Two servants mustered their courage and dragged Er Gou's body away; the bloodstains on the ground were horrifying.

The old lady turned around and saw that although Shang Sheyu's face was pale, he was still relatively calm and did not cry or faint like the other women. Her heart trembled.

She frowned and stepped forward. "Sheyu, were you frightened?"

Shang Sheyu shook his head: "My daughter-in-law is fine."

I never imagined that the person behind this was so vicious.

The servant's confession before his death must not have been true.

"This isn't over." A cold glint flashed in the old lady's eyes. "They dare to cause trouble at the Quan Mansion; they're tired of living."

She glanced at Quan Huai'an, who was still unconscious on the bed, and sighed: "I have to go to the front hall to handle this matter. I'll leave Huai'an to you."

Apart from this new bride, the old lady no longer trusts anyone.

Shang Sheyu nodded in agreement.

Si Nan led a large group of people away, leaving the previously cramped room feeling much emptier.

She had water brought to clean the bloodstains on the ground and incense lit to dispel the smell of blood.

Not long after, Granny Yan returned with the medicine.

Without letting the pharmacy staff handle it, Shang Sheyu directly ordered people to move the small red clay stove and charcoal fire into the house, and set up the medicine stove next to the round table in the outer room.

I personally selected the herbs, soaked them, and started a fire.

There was no one else around, only two maids waiting in the inner room.

Xi'er glanced around, fanning the room as she whispered, "Miss, after how Young Master Huai'an treated you, you still personally brewed medicine for him..."

She felt sorry for the young lady.

Shang Sheyu stared at the flickering flames in the stove and said calmly, "He is a member of the Quan family, and also a human life. My teacher once taught me that doctors should have a benevolent heart and that life is paramount."

She paused, then continued, "Besides, if something really happens to him, I'll be the one who gets blamed in the end."

Saving Quan Huai'an is also saving herself.

Xi'er didn't say anything more, but she was shocked by the fact that Quan Huai'an had been murdered tonight.

This mansion looks even more dangerous than the business.

...

Three poles in the sun.

The blankets on the bed stirred slightly.

Quan Huai'an felt as if he had swallowed a handful of sand, his throat was so dry it was practically steaming, and his head was throbbing as if it were about to explode.

He struggled to open his eyes; his eyeballs were hot and swollen, and his vision was blurry. All he could see was the familiar tent ceiling.

"water..."

Hearing the commotion, the maid who had been standing guard nearby rushed over in surprise: "Young Master Huai'an is awake? Please wait, I'll get you some water."

The warm water soothed his throat, and Quan Huai'an felt alive again.

The maid helped him up and lean against the soft pillows. After a while, he looked around the room with a blank expression.

My gaze suddenly fixed on the round table not far away.

There was a person lying there.

She was wearing a light purple cotton-padded jacket, had a slender figure, and was fast asleep with her back to him, her head resting on her arm.

There was a little girl sitting on a small stool next to her, her head nodding off, also dozing off.

Quan Huai'an's brows furrowed instantly.

Who?

How dare you sleep in his room?

Although he was sick, the boy's spoiled brat attitude was still there, and he immediately felt offended.

"Hey, whoever's there?" He pointed towards the round table, his tone displeased. "Dare to sleep in the young master's room? Don't you want to live?"

The maid looked in the direction he was pointing, quickly made a shushing gesture, and whispered, "Young Master Huai'an, please keep your voice down. Those are your aunt and Sister Xi'er."

That female merchant?

Quan Huai'an froze for a few seconds, then his face darkened, and he grabbed a boot from the footstool, ready to smash it: "Who allowed her in!"

"Hey! Don't throw it!" The maidservant quickly stopped him and hurriedly explained.

"You suddenly developed a high fever early this morning and almost didn't make it. Thankfully, the Third Young Mistress discovered that someone had poisoned your medicine and personally treated you. She even stayed here with you all night. She personally brewed the medicine in the room and fed it to you, never leaving your side for a moment!"

The boy's hand, holding the boot, froze in mid-air.

Even though he was delirious from the high fever, he still remembered those bizarre and fantastical dreams.

In his dream, it seemed as if a pair of cool hands were always placed on his forehead, which felt very comfortable.

There was another voice talking beside him, preventing him from fainting.

so...

He slowly lowered his hand, his gaze complex as he looked at the figure slumped over the table.

Her back was thin and frail, as if she felt cold; she was curled up in a ball and was not sleeping soundly.

Quan Huai'an pursed his lips, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

She must hate him to death for targeting her like that before, so why is she still coming to save him?

Should we repay evil with kindness?

Quan Huai'an felt his face burning, unsure whether it was from lingering fever or embarrassment.

He glanced at the quilt covering himself, then saw Shang Sheyu sitting on the stool, fast asleep. He turned his face away, his tone harsh: "Wake up the Third Young Mistress...make her go back to her room to sleep!"

The maid was taken aback by what she heard.

I felt something was off, but I couldn't figure out why.

Upon closer reflection, oh... this is the first time Young Master Huai'an has addressed Third Young Mistress as Third Young Mistress.

The maid smiled, walked over, and gently nudged Shang Sheyu: "Third Young Mistress? Wake up."

Shang Sheyu was not a deep sleeper to begin with, and she woke up when someone came over and nudged her.

Her arm was a little numb from being pressed down. She moved slightly, her eyes still a little sleepy, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the bedside.

He met Quan Huai'an's awkward and complicated eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Quan Huai'an quickly looked away, staring at the tassels on the bed curtains, his neck stiff.

She pursed her lips and carefully examined the boy's complexion, which had returned to normal.

"Third Young Mistress, Young Master Huai'an wants you to... go back to sleep."

The maid ultimately didn't utter the word "get out".

"Mm." Shang Sheyu nodded and turned to go to the outer room.

Hearing the noise, Quan Huai'an couldn't help but glance sideways, wondering why the merchant's daughter hadn't left yet.

Seeing that the person outside had returned, he quickly turned his head away, pretending that nothing had happened.

A bowl of warm Chinese medicine was handed to him: "Drink this bowl, and the remaining poison will be completely cleared away."

Seeing the dark-colored medicine, Quan Huai'an, unusually for the first time, didn't make a fuss and took it, gulping it down in one go.

He was in so much pain that he grimaced.

Shang Sheyu glanced at it, then took a candied fruit from the plate next to him and gave it to him.

The boy paused, looking at the candied fruit and then at Shang Sheyu's fair palm.

In the past, when he was sick and needed to take medicine, only his grandmother would coax him to eat candied fruit.

He snorted, grabbed a piece of candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "Don't think you can bribe me with a piece of candied fruit. I'm not that easy to fool."

After saying that, he seemed to realize that his words had been too impulsive, after all, the other person had saved his life.

He frowned, feeling increasingly awkward. He glanced at Shang Sheyu, then snorted and turned his head away.

Shang Sheyu: "..."

He's stubborn as a mule.

She straightened her slightly wrinkled sleeves. "Since you're alright, I'll head back now."

After saying that, he took Xi'er, who was not fully awake yet, and turned to leave the room.

Watching her departing figure, Quan Huai'an scratched his messy hair and angrily pounded the bed.

Ugh, how embarrassing.

How come she saved me both times?

This is so annoying!

How could he possibly be so heartless as to kick her out of the manor?