The clingy concubine ran away, and the sickly prince lost control.

Upon hearing that the young master had fainted, Yuan Qing cracked his whip, and the horse galloped wildly towards the Duke's mansion.

"Aunt Luo, what are you doing?"

When Zheng Mama saw Luo Qingyan pull out the hairpin from her hair, tear open Pei Shiyuan's clothes, and stab him in the heart.

"Granny, don't be afraid. I've learned how to do this. It can save your life if you prick this acupoint."

With a single stab of her hairpin, fresh blood gushed out—no, black blood gushed out.

"Why is it black blood?" Granny Zheng was shocked again.

"I don't know that, I only know that pricking this acupoint is correct."

Luo Qingyan didn't know this because it was something she learned from a divine doctor when she was a ghost; ghosts can't communicate with humans.

She could only listen to the quack doctor's incoherent mutterings: "Punish this acupoint to save your life."

His clothes were soaked with black blood, and Pei Shiyuan's face turned even paler.

As Luo Qingyan was filled with worry, she saw Pei Shiyuan slowly open his eyes.

"Are you trying to murder me?"

"No, no." Luo Qingyan hurriedly shook her head, her earlier worry turning into tears that streamed down her face.

The carriage stopped.

A group of people carried Pei Shiyuan and crowded into the mansion.

The guards had sent word in advance that the imperial physician was already waiting at Linfeng Residence. Upon taking Pei Shiyuan's pulse, his eyes widened instantly.

"How is the young master?" Seeing the physician's panic, the old lady immediately stood up to ask.

"Madam, the young master's condition has worsened, and he may not last more than three months," the physician replied, his hand still resting on Pei Shiyuan's pulse.

"How could this happen?" The usually calm and serious old lady looked panicked.

"Was he tired from the trip to the palace? No, Yuanqing, what did the young master do today? How come he came back in the same carriage as Consort Luo?"

Yuan Qing reported the truth, only saying that he had stopped briefly at Luofu when passing through.

"Aunt Luo, go kneel in the ancestral hall. The young master is already weak. Because of your matter, he was delayed in returning to the manor and fell ill on the way, unable to receive timely treatment." The old lady spoke, so Luo Qingyan had no choice but to kneel in the ancestral hall. Pei Shiyuan stood up for her in the Luo manor today, so she prayed that he could get through this ordeal and live a few more days.

"Madam, the young master is still taking the same medicine as before. Please forgive my incompetence; I am powerless to cure his illness. However, Consort Luo's hairpin was a great help. It pierced this acupoint, released black blood, and stabilized the young master's heart meridian. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. This method is quite daring; most people wouldn't dare to try it. The young master is truly blessed! If it had been even slightly off, it would not only have been useless, but his life would have been in danger."

The physician frowned, pondering as he spoke, "May I ask why Consort Luo came up with this idea?"

Piercing the heart is no different from the legendary opening of the skull to remove a foreign object.

Luo Qingyan was called back before she even reached the ancestral hall.

"I saw an old doctor save someone like that, but he passed away, and I didn't learn anything more from him." Luo Qingyan could only tell a lie; she couldn't very well say that she had seen the legendary doctor Jing Bufan when she was a ghost.

Based on my memories from my previous life, the Duke's mansion should have already sent people to look for Jing Bufan, but there has been no news.

There is a name for Jing Bufan in the martial arts world, but no one has ever actually seen him.

In the eyes of the Duchess, seeking out a miracle doctor was a last resort, and she didn't have much hope.

She remembered where Jing Bufan would be staying a month later in her previous life, wondering if things would be different in this life.

Luo Qingyan was considering whether or not to tell the old lady to go and stake out the place.

How can we convince the old lady to believe what she says?

If she directly tells the old lady where Jing Bufan will appear one day, won't she think she's out of her mind?

"That's truly a pity. If the old doctor were still alive, perhaps he could have a way to treat the young master's illness." The physician shook his head sadly, packed up his medicine box, and left.

The old lady held onto the armrests of the round chair and slowly sat down, all her strength drained away. Pei Shiyuan was her only son, her outstanding son, with numerous military achievements and the title of top scholar in the imperial examination. She was so proud of him.

But now, it's a long story; she's even losing her son.

If Yuan'er were gone, what meaning would her life have? At this moment, she felt that half of her soul had gone with him.

"Madam, would you like to seek out the legendary physician Jing Bufan? If we can find him, there is hope for the young master's illness."

Luo Qingyan thought for a moment and then spoke up. Even if the old lady said she was sick, it didn't matter, as long as she could save Pei Shiyuan.

"I've only heard of Jing Bufan, but never seen him. I also want to find him, but it's hard to say whether he really exists."

Half a year has passed, and the people she sent out have not found a trace of Jing Bufan. Perhaps there is no such person in the martial arts world at all.

The old lady sighed softly, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Luo Qingyan pursed her lips. She had been at the Duke's mansion for ten days. Would Jing Bufan arrive at the place from her previous life in twenty days? She wasn't sure, but that didn't matter. She had to hold on to any glimmer of hope.

"Madam, Jing Bufan will appear in the Nanshan area in twenty days."

The old lady slowly raised her eyes, her dark eyes deep and unfathomable. How could a young girl like her know someone that even the spies of the Duke's mansion couldn't find?

How did you know?

"Medicine and divination share the same origin. I work odd jobs at a medical clinic and have some understanding of Yin-Yang esoteric arts. I've calculated that the divine physician Jing Bufan will appear in Nanshan in twenty days."

Luo Qingyan didn't directly mention Nanshan Yayuan, as that would seem too fake. Even highly skilled masters who perform divination wouldn't directly state the location; they would only tell you the general direction, whether the good or bad fortune comes from the southeast or northwest, or something like that.

The old lady glared at Luo Qingyan with annoyance. This girl was probably afraid of being punished for what happened at the Luo family today, so she made up a story about the whereabouts of a divine doctor to avoid punishment.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Luo Qingyan muttered to herself, glancing at Pei Shiyuan lying on the bed like a dead man. She gritted her teeth and said, "Madam, I am willing to accept punishment for what happened at the Luo residence today, but please, Madam, be sure to send someone to Nanshan to guard the place until Jing Bufan appears. Please do not give up even the slightest hope."

After speaking, Luo Qingyan bowed her head, her attitude sincere.

The old lady then looked at Luo Qingyan properly. Although divination should not be believed entirely, nor is it reliable, this girl was not using it to escape punishment, which shows that she cares about Yuan'er.

The hairpin she pierced today was also quite mysterious.

Thinking of this, the old lady found Luo Qingyan more agreeable.

"Nanshan, I will arrange for someone to go there. But since you and Ye Hui didn't break off your engagement beforehand, go to the ancestral hall and kneel down to reflect on your actions!"

Rules cannot be broken. Since Sun committed deception, this girl must be properly disciplined and cannot be treated casually.

Just trust her. It's okay to be forced to kneel, especially since she has leather knee pads. Let her kneel.

Luo Haitang curtsied and left.

The old lady sat quietly in Pei Shiyuan's room for a long time.

The old Duke passed away, and she had no one to confide in about her grief; she could only bear it all alone.

If anything happens to Yuan'er, the Duke's Mansion will be gone.

She couldn't protect the Duke's family fortune, and she was letting down the ancestors of the Pei family.

"Madam, Luo Haitang has arrived."

A grating name was called out, and the old lady frowned in disgust: "What is she doing here?"