Liu Yaoyu hurriedly ordered the driver to go to Cui's house, then turned around and said to Yu Jiao with a complicated expression, "It was the maid who used to serve in my eldest sister's courtyard who secretly sent the news to my eldest sister. I'm afraid Cui Er is... not going to make it."

It is always sad to hear such news.

Especially since Cui Mubai was someone they once knew well.

The atmosphere was dull, and the carriage quickly arrived at Cui's house. After Yu Jiao got off the carriage, she realized that it was the back door of Cui's house. Liu Yaoyu went forward and knocked on the door. A maid's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Liu Yaoyu: "The second young lady of the Liu family."

The wooden door was opened from the inside. The gatekeeper, Yuan Po, was originally serving in Liu Yaozhen's yard. During these days, these servants who originally served Liu Yaozhen had been secretly passing messages to Liu Yaozhen.

"Madame Yuan, take us to find my eldest sister." Liu Yaoyu took Yu Jiao's hand and followed Madame Yuan to Cui Mubai's yard, not forgetting to ask, "How is Second Master Cui?"

Nanny Yuan looked a little sad. "I'm afraid the second young master is not well. The master, his wife, and several young masters in the family are all in the second young master's yard."

"Then can my eldest sister see Cui Er?" Liu Yaoyu was worried that although Liu Yaozhen came in from the back door of Cui's house, she would be stopped by Cui's family, so she walked quickly.

Nanny Yuan wiped her tears and hurriedly followed, "I see him." Although the Cui family tried to stop her at first, the Second Young Master's wife, holding the little master who was only a few months old in her arms, said that she wanted the Second Young Master to see his only flesh and blood in this world before he died, and also to let the child see his father for the last time.

After hearing this, Mrs. Cui burst into tears and asked the second young master's wife to carry the child in.

In Zhenlong Courtyard, the room was filled with the bitter smell of medicine. Cui Mubai, lying on the bed, looked emaciated, with skin and bones showing. His once handsome face was no longer good-looking, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were no longer bright due to the torture of illness. He was completely different from the gentle young man from aristocratic family.

Liu Yaozhen placed the child on Cui Mubai's bedside. Her eyes were red, but she did not cry like the Cui family. She said softly, "I gave him a nickname called Lingbao. He is very well behaved and never cries at night. He is a very obedient child."

Cui Mubai was barely breathing. He tilted his head with effort and looked at the child in the cradle beside the pillow. His eyes were gentle and profound. He carefully looked at the child's eyebrows and eyes. After a long time, he smiled and said weakly, "The mouth and eyes are like you."

Liu Yaozhen looked at him and the child, her voice even softer, as if she was afraid of breaking this moment, "Give him a name. He doesn't have a real name yet. If he is called Lingbao all the time while he is in school, his classmates will laugh at him."

Cui Mubai said nothing and took a breath with some difficulty.

Liu Yaozhen held his hand and touched Lingbao's curled fist. She was laughing but her voice was choked with sobs: "Lingbao, this is daddy. He is mother's beloved..."

Tears welled up in Cui Mubai's eyes. He finally wrapped his palm around Lingbao's small fist and said, "Call me Yuqi."

"I only hope that my son is stupid and rude, free from illness and disaster... free from illness and disaster... and be an ordinary person." Tears rolled down Cui Mubai's eyes.

I only hope that my son will be stupid and rude, and will become an official without any illness or disaster.

However, he did not want his child to become an official. He only hoped that he would be an ordinary person, not born in a powerful family, and not strive for fame and fortune.

Liu Yaozhen turned her back and quickly wiped her cheek, then turned back and said with a smile: "Okay, we Lingbao will be ordinary people in the future, and we just need to read books to understand reason."