Chapter 139
Pei Lingjun's expression was particularly unpleasant, and his voice was low and icy, "Has the imperial physician been summoned?"
The old steward bowed and replied, "We've already sent someone to the palace with the manor's credentials to invite the imperial physician. It will take some time before he arrives, but the First Madam's illness is quite serious..."
"I'll go check on her!" Pei Lingjun said, striding away. The old steward, alarmed, scurried after him, "No! Young master, the First Madam's illness is extremely dangerous!"
Zhu Zijin stood still, exclaimed "Hey!" and saw Pei Lingjun ignore the obstruction and head straight for the backyard. He slammed his fist into his palm and followed after him.
How could you call it dangerous when his maternal grandmother fell ill? It was truly a matter of life and death!
The Ningyuan Marquis's residence was rarely visited by outsiders. This mansion, bestowed by the late emperor, was empty and devoid of any human presence.
Inside Jinning Courtyard, Pei Lingjun strode in and heard from afar the terrified screams of a woman coming from beside the exquisitely carved and colorful pillars and windows.
One cry after another, helpless and desolate.
The door was already locked, and the servants were kneeling on the ground in the courtyard.
The butler, who had been running, finally caught up, grabbed his hand, and cried out in tears, "My lord, you mustn't! The First Madam is not lucid right now!"
“It’s alright,” the young man said calmly, his dark pupils appearing as clear and deep as glass beads. “She is my mother. Send everyone in the courtyard away.”
The master's words are orders. The old steward glanced at Pei Lingjun with concern, but dared not disobey. He sent away the maids in the courtyard as instructed and sent someone to wait at the gate for the imperial physician to arrive.
Pei Lingjun unlocked the door, but before he could go inside, a large vase came crashing down on him and shattered at his feet.
The doorway was a mess. A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair stared at the person who opened the door with bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, she pounced on him, grabbed Pei Lingjun's arm hard, and her sharp fingertips pierced his sleeve, digging deep into his flesh, instantly leaving him a bloody mess.
Pei Lingjun's expression remained unchanged.
A glimmer of hope appeared in the woman's deranged eyes.
"Pei Lang! Why are you only coming to see me now?! Why are you only coming to see me now?!"
"Mother..."
Pei Lingjun called out softly, but the woman suddenly released her grip. After a brief moment of disbelief, overwhelming grief washed over her. "Where is my Pei Lang? Pei Lang—"
"Hahaha..." the woman laughed maniacally, "Call him to see me! Why isn't he back?!"
Pei Lingjun responded gently and obediently, so as not to cause further harm to the woman from the broken porcelain shards scattered on the ground. "Mother, Father has gone to recuperate and will be back soon."
The woman fell silent for a moment, then chuckled softly, "I remember now, Pei Lang went to recuperate, he hasn't come back..." Her eyes were cold, and she looked at the young man as if he were a stranger, yet she also felt something was off, "What about Xing'er? Why hasn't Xing'er come back?"
Pei Lingxing, his own brother, died fifteen years ago.
The young man struggled to breathe for a moment, staring intently at the woman without answering.
The woman suddenly smiled gently and beckoned to him, saying, "Alright, come to your mother. Come here, it's been so long since I've seen you. You've grown so much..."
Pei Lingjun shifted his feet, letting the woman hug him and whisper his brother's name in his ear.
The woman's plain white dress was stained with Pei Lingjun's blood, like bright red plum blossoms in the snow. He felt no pain, but inevitably thought of the events of fifteen years ago.
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