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

The old lady nodded. What the doctor from the Jiang family said made sense. What if something went wrong and something else happened?

"Then Rou'er, you wait here."

"Aunt, where are you going?" Cui Rou was about to cry when she saw the old lady was about to leave. She was so badly injured, wasn't she going to stay with her?

"It's Qingyan's birthday. Yuan'er has been keeping it a secret from me. I just found out. I'll go see her and give her a birthday gift."

"It's all Yuan'er's fault. He didn't even mention that today is Qingyan's birthday. I didn't even have time to..."

"Aunt, you may go!"

Cui Rou interrupted the old lady in disappointment, saying that her aunt was now calling Qingyan by her name and had no regard for her at all.

Yinxing lowered her head, gritting her teeth in resentment, truly feeling sorry for her mistress.

Linfeng Residence.

"Greetings, Madam."

When everyone saw the old lady arrive, they all said in unison.

"Please sit down! Don't be shy."

"Qingyan, it's your birthday. Yuan'er kept it from me. I only found out because of all the commotion here."

"I didn't have time to prepare much, so I'll give you this set of emeralds."

The old lady gestured for Granny Zheng to open the brocade box.

An emerald-encrusted headdress, a necklace, and a pair of earrings.

Even though it was night, the darkness couldn't hide that classic green.

"Madam, this is too precious, I cannot accept it."

Luo Qingyan held back her tears.

"Qingyan, you take good care of the young master. Thank you."

The old lady's usually stern face rarely showed a smile. Luo Qingyan had saved Yuan'er's life, so she could afford to wear even the most expensive jewelry.

"Just take it, I told you to." Pei Shiyuan's usual indifferent voice rang out.

"Yes, thank you, Madam." Luo Qingyan took the brocade box from Zheng Mama. "Madam, please have a seat here."

Luo Qingyan invited the old lady to take a seat.

"No, you young people can play! Cui Rou broke her leg, I need to go see if the doctor has come yet."

Luo Qingyan was surprised. Cui Rou had fallen that afternoon and hadn't even seen a doctor yet? And she'd come all the way to the Duke's mansion?

"Madam, I'll go with you. Is there anything Miss Biao needs help with?"

Luo Qingyan wanted to know what Cui Rou was up to.

"Today is your birthday, so don't worry about anything else."

"It's alright, we've almost finished eating."

Luo Qingyan supported the old lady's arm.

"Okay! Remember what the doctor says later, because I'm old and can't remember."

The old lady said that the doctors hired from outside were not like the Jiang family doctor who was at home, so she forgot that she could ask him anytime.

The doctor outside has left, so it's too much trouble to ask again.

Luo Qingyan nodded firmly; she would definitely remember it.

The old lady and Luo Qingyan rushed to the pavilion, but the doctor from the clinic had not yet arrived.

Ginkgo was seen swatting mosquitoes on either side.

Cui Rou kept rubbing her arm.

"Aunt, there are so many mosquitoes here."

Hearing footsteps, Cui Rou guessed it was the old lady.

"Rou'er, don't worry."

The old lady gestured, and two maids carrying large fans stood on either side and began to wave them.

"Luo Qingyan, what are you doing here?"

Cui Rou glanced at Luo Qingyan, who was half a step behind the old lady, and a hint of hostility flashed in her eyes. She had come to see Luo Qingyan make a fool of herself.

Seeing Cui Rou's condition, Luo Qingyan guessed that she must have fallen again, so she was sure that the voice outside the courtyard gate was Cui Rou.

It seems that Cui Rou was angry that Pei Shiyuan was celebrating her birthday, and in her anger, she didn't pay attention and tripped.

She was indeed there to see the joke, Luo Qingyan looked back at Cui Rou with her clear eyes.

Cui Rou was even angrier, clutching the handkerchief in her hand tightly.

"Miss Cui, since you're here, I had to see if there's anything I could help you with."

"Liuyue, go and get some snacks."

Luo Qingyan could already hear Cui Rou's stomach rumbling.

"I'm not hungry, I don't need to eat." Cui Rou turned her face away.

She's a girl from a prestigious family; when did it become someone like Luo Qingyan, from a lowly background, to point fingers at her?

"Rou'er, don't be stubborn. Eat something so you'll have the strength to bear the pain when the doctor comes."

The old lady advised.

"Aunt, I'm really not hungry." Cui Rou insisted on not eating.

The old lady sighed helplessly.

"Madam, the doctor has arrived."

An elderly doctor, around sixty years old, followed behind Granny Zheng.

After examining Cui Rou carefully, the old doctor said, "Madam, this young lady's leg has been broken twice in succession, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for it to recover completely. She will have difficulty walking in the future."

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'll become lame?" Cui Rou asked excitedly.

The old doctor straightened up and said sternly, "Yes."

The tone left no room for argument.

Luo Qingyan recognized the old doctor as Dr. Murong, a renowned surgeon from Dexingtang.

The surgeon at the small clinic where she used to work often consulted with Dr. Murong.

"I think you're a quack doctor too, Aunt. I need to find a new doctor. He's too old to be accurate."

Cui Rou was furious; how could she possibly be lame?

"Nonsense!" the old lady scolded.

Cui Rou shrank back; her aunt had never been so angry with her before.

It's true what they say, once the engagement is over, the relationship cools down; her aunt no longer respects her.

"Thank you, Doctor Murong," the old lady said.

Doctor Murong nodded and began to set Cui Rou's bones on the spot.

"what!"

Cui Rou's scream echoed throughout the night sky.

Luo Qingyan blinked; this really hurt.

Half an hour later.

Doctor Murong said, "Madam, your leg bone has been set. Remember not to fall again. This is the prescription you need to take every day."

"Thank you, Doctor Murong."

After the old lady paid the consultation fee, Doctor Murong picked up his medicine box and left without looking back. It's true, no one in the entire capital doubted his medical skills.

Even when high-ranking officials and nobles sought his medical help, they were always treated with utmost respect, and no one ever called him a quack.

"Someone, carry Miss Biao to Meteor Residence," the old lady ordered.

"No." Pei Shiyuan arrived in his wheelchair, his cold tone making everyone present hold their breath. "Send it to Cui Chengxuan."

"That's fine too." The old lady agreed, thinking that Yuan'er's health had just improved and she shouldn't let Cui Rou's temper upset him.

"Cousin, why did you let Yuan Qing hurt me?" Cui Rou cried out as she saw Pei Shiyuan arrive, tears streaming down her face.

"What? Yuan'er, you're the one who hurt Rou'er?" The old lady was surprised. Yuan'er had broken Rou'er's leg. This was too much.

"She mocked Old Zhang in the street, and since she didn't come to the Duke's mansion, her leg won't have any lasting effects."

Pei Shiyuan personally intervened, and his actions were precise and flawless, leaving no lasting effects. It was her own fault for not resting properly and falling here; she can't blame anyone else for being crippled.

"Rou'er, how could you mock Old Zhang?" The old lady was also furious upon hearing this.

Others only knew that Old Zhang's brain was damaged by the shock on the battlefield, but only she knew that Old Zhang had shielded the Duke from harm.

Seeing the cannon fire coming, Old Zhang bravely pushed the Duke aside, but he was a step too slow and his brain was damaged by the shock.

"Cui Rou, don't you know that the wounded soldiers taken in by the Duke's mansion have all made great contributions? How dare you speak so rudely?"

Thinking of the old Duke, the old lady's eyes reddened.

"I know," Cui Rou pouted, unconvinced.

She originally went there to confront Luo Qingyan, but Luo Qingyan wouldn't give her a single word.

In her excitement, she said something a bit excessive.

"Take it away," the old lady said impatiently.

Luo Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief.