A grandmother and granddaughter swap souls, causing chaos throughout the entire court.

"Um... Brother Chu, we really don't have any extra rooms available at Songhetang."

She bent down slightly, trying to make her tone sound gentle and conciliatory.

"Could you please make do with spending the nights on the chaise longue in the outer room for the next few days? I'll definitely arrange a spacious courtyard for you in a few days, okay?"

Chung Shih-chu raised his head, stared intently at Guo-guo, and then immediately nodded in agreement.

Of course he wanted to stay with his parents.

He was willing to be with his parents, even if it meant sleeping in the woodshed.

only……

Zhong Shichu lowered his eyes, concealing the doubt and wariness in them.

He doesn't understand.

Why did this grandmother, who usually wanted to trample their eldest son's family into the mud, suddenly change her personality tonight?

Not only did they use such supernatural means to save him and send his third aunt to prison, but they also brought his father and mother to Songhe Hall to take care of them personally, and now they want him to move in too.

This is very unusual.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

What exactly is she planning this time?

Zhong Shichu's small hands were clenched into fists inside her sleeves, her nails digging into her flesh.

But he dared not ask, nor did he dare show the slightest resistance.

In this cannibalistic mansion, he could only protect his father and mother by becoming more obedient and more patient than anyone else.

Zhong Tingyuan heard that his mother not only did not send Chu'er back to that drafty side courtyard, but also allowed him to stay overnight at Songhe Hall.

This was an incredible blessing for him.

"Mother..." Zhong Tingyuan's voice was dry and hoarse, with a hint of flattery and probing, "Chu'er is badly injured today... I dare to beg Mother's permission to let the royal physician come and take care of you. I promise that he will not disturb your peace."

Guoguo stood aside, looking at her father's humble and insignificant appearance, and a lump rose in her throat.

He was the eldest son of the Yongning Marquis's family, a general who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield!

Now, just to get some medicine for his own son's injuries, he has to be so timid and watch other people's expressions.

"The royal physicians aren't as skilled as me! I'll treat him right now." Seeing another chance to shine, Guoguo perked up again. "I'll personally take care of him for the next few days. You three can settle in comfortably; your food, clothing, and daily necessities will all be provided according to the highest regulations of the Marquis's residence!"

Zhong Tingyuan was stunned when he heard these words.

The mother not only wanted to keep their family, but also wanted to personally treat Chu'er's injuries.

She just saved the lives of Wen Jingxian and her child this morning; her medical skills are beyond question.

Zhong Tingyuan naturally couldn't ask for it.

Every sound from outside reached the inner chamber without missing a word.

Lying on the bed, Wen Jingxian had just drunk some hot porridge and bird's nest soup, and rested for half an hour against the soft pillows. She had finally regained some strength.

Hearing her husband's and son's voices outside, especially hearing that her son was seriously injured, how could she sit still?

"Granny Wu..." Wen Jingxian threw off the brocade quilt and tried to get out of bed, "Quick, help me out, I need to see Chu'er..."

Granny Wu was startled and quickly stepped forward to support her: "Madam, you're still weak, you can't move around!"

"I'm fine, please help me out!"

The gauze curtain was lifted, and Granny Wu helped the swaying Wen Jingxian out.

Upon hearing the noise, Guoguo turned around and saw her mother's weak appearance, and her heart tightened.

She rushed forward, reaching out to help Wen Jingxian up.

"Oh my goodness, you're not fully recovered yet, why are you getting out of bed? Go back to bed!"

Wen Jingxian's body reacted faster than her brain; she flinched and instinctively backed away.

She was terrified of her mother-in-law.

Over the years, whenever this face appears, it is inevitably accompanied by endless torment and blame.

But the next moment, she realized that she had lost her composure.

Wen Jingxian forcibly suppressed the fear surging in her heart, and forced a stiff smile onto her pale lips.

"Daughter-in-law... daughter-in-law has been rude, thank you for your concern, Mother. Daughter-in-law is just... just really worried about Chu'er."

Guoguo's hand froze in mid-air.

She caught the deep fear and defensiveness in her mother's eyes.

It's a conditioned reflex ingrained in your bones.

Guoguo silently withdrew her hand, her wide sleeves falling down to cover her tightly clenched fist.

She lowered her eyes, concealing the deep disappointment in them.

Despite her weakened state, Wen Jingxian, with the help of Granny Wu, quickly walked to the wheelchair.

Upon seeing Zhong Shichu, her tears streamed down her face, and she covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably, "My Chu'er... how could he have been beaten like this..."

She reached out her hand, trembling, wanting to touch but not daring to, afraid of hurting the child.

"Mother, don't cry, Chu'er isn't in pain."

Zhong Shichu gritted his teeth, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace onto his pale face, and instead comforted his mother.

Hearing her son's sensible words, Wen Jingxian felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

She turned her head, her voice trembling as she faced the deep-seated fear of the old lady.

"Mother, if I may be so bold as to ask, you just said you would personally treat Chu'er's injuries... is that really true?"

"Naturally true."

Guoguo nodded quickly, looking proud.

There are four lineages of Taoist traditions under heaven, all of whom are well-versed in basic Taoist practices such as fortune telling, Yin-Yang Feng Shui, and exorcism.

But each has its own strengths.

What Guoguo inherited was the Daoist teachings of the East Sea.

The East Sea lineage is most skilled in the art of "mystical medicine".

Ordinary doctors can only treat ailments of the physical body.

The Eastern Sea Mystic Physician is not only proficient in the pharmacology of herbs and plants, but also able to use the power of Taoist magic to eradicate calamities and chronic illnesses that have penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Not to mention injuries from caning, even those difficult and complicated diseases that ordinary doctors are helpless against are nothing more than easy for Guoguo to handle.

Guoguo is very confident.

Although she is only five years old, she has a photographic memory since childhood and often draws inferences from one instance to another. She has already mastered her master's life and all the unique inheritances of the East Sea.

"Go, carry the fourth young master to the bed, take off his clothes, just leave him in his underpants."

Guoguo, as instructed by Granny Wu.

Granny Wu dared not be negligent. She carefully laid Zhong Shichuping face down on the chaise longue and used scissors to cut open his tattered clothes.

With his clothes torn off, the shocking wounds were completely exposed to everyone's view.

Wen Jingxian only glanced at it before her vision went black and she almost fainted. Zhong Tingyuan gritted his teeth and his eyes turned bloodshot.

Guoguo looked at the wound on her third brother's back and felt a pang of heartache.

That vicious woman, Third Aunt, really went all out!

"Don't worry, if I say I can cure him, I will definitely make sure he's healthy and lively again."

In the afternoon, she used her mystical medical skills to save her mother and the two babies in her womb, saving three lives in total.

The Heavenly Dao bestowed a great deal of merit and golden light, and with the help of these few hours of rest, it replenished much of her weakened soul.

Zhong Shichu, who had been stripped naked, was very stiff.

His pale face, which had been stark from blood loss, suddenly flushed bright red, and even his earlobes looked as if they were dripping blood.