"Alan, I bought eight chicks to raise later." Liu Sujuan was very happy. "The eggs laid by chickens we raise ourselves will definitely taste better."

"As long as you don't find it tiring, that's fine." Le Yao naturally wouldn't object.

"What's so tiring about this?" Liu Sujuan laughed. "I even bought vegetable seeds; I'll plant some chives first..."

Le Yao only had some theoretical knowledge about farming and growing vegetables, but she had never actually done it before, let alone knew when to plant what. Therefore, she believed whatever Liu Sujuan said.

"Chicken..." Shuo Shuo seemed very excited, his big eyes sparkling as he looked at Le Yao.

"Mmm, cute little chicks." Le Yao rubbed Shuo Shuo's head. "Then you have to help Grandma feed the little chicks from now on."

Shuo Shuo nodded, very happy.

“Alan, I think Shuo Shuo is getting better and better.” Liu Sujuan smiled. “He’ll be three years old soon, so shouldn’t he be able to go to kindergarten?”

"Next year," Le Yao nodded. "Let's go get him checked out again in a few days and see how it goes."

Liu Sujuan had no objections, and then took Shuo Shuo to the backyard, where Han Baozhu was preparing to build a chicken coop.

"Young Miss, I went out to buy groceries today and saw the Master next door being carried back by someone." Sister Mei brought over a cup of chrysanthemum tea. "I don't know if he's sick or injured..."

"That serious?"

"Anyway, it seems quite serious to me."

"I'll go take a look." Le Yao turned and walked out.

Nangong Jue was just thinking about how to get Le Yao to come and see his miserable state when Aunt Bai said that the young mistress had come. He hurriedly lay down on the bed, pretending to be very weak. After thinking for a moment, he realized that wasn't enough, so he poked his buttock hard, tearing open one of the wounds and letting sticky blood seep out before stopping.

"Aunt Bai, is the Duke injured?" Le Yao followed Aunt Bai into the house. "Is it serious?"

"Sigh." Aunt Bai sighed, "Young Madam, I won't lie to you, she was unconscious for the past few days, and only woke up yesterday. She's out of danger now..."

"Who hurt him?" Le Yao was too lazy to correct Aunt Bai's way of addressing her. No matter how you corrected her, she would still call her Young Madam, so let her be.

"Well..." Aunt Bai glanced at Le Yao, "I don't know either."

Le Yao stopped asking and said, "Then I'll go see him."

"He's in his room. Young Master Fu just applied medicine to him. I don't know if he's asleep." Aunt Bai led Le Yao to the door of Nangong Jue's room and gently knocked. "Young Master, Young Madam has come to see you."

"Come in." After a long while, a weak voice came from inside.

Aunt Bai opened the door and gestured for Le Yao to come in, then considerately closed the door behind her.

Nangong Jue's master bedroom is a suite, with a small living room outside and a display cabinet separating the bedroom.

When Le Yao walked in, she saw Nangong Jue lying on the bed, wearing a white nightgown, but there seemed to be bloodstains on his buttocks.

"Alan, you... sit wherever you like, I'll get up right away..." Nangong Jue said, struggling to get out of bed, but before he could take two steps, his body swayed and he fell to the side.

Le Yao instinctively stepped forward and helped him up: "Don't try to be brave, lie down quickly, I think your wound seems to be bleeding again."