Chapter 150 Critically Ill
The atmosphere in the courtyard of the third young master of the Prime Minister's residence was oppressive; the maids and servants dared not utter a sound.
Madam Yang rushed over, and her daughter-in-law, Jin, greeted her: "Mother-in-law—"
Madam Yang impatiently pushed her away and quickly walked to the bedside.
Young Master Fang lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed and his face pale.
“Sanlang—” Madam Yang grasped her son’s hand, suddenly startled.
It's so cold!
"Has the imperial physician arrived?" Madam Yang asked sternly.
"We're here, we're here."
There were hurried footsteps at the door, and the imperial physician jogged in.
"Doctor Zhang, please take a look at Sanlang!" Although Madam Yang tried her best to restrain herself, her voice was still choked with sobs.
Physician Zhang was a frequent visitor to the Prime Minister's residence, mostly because of Young Master Fang. After reassuring Madam Yang, he began examining Young Master Fang, first checking his complexion, then his breathing and teeth, and finally taking his pulse...
As Madam Yang watched, she noticed that Physician Zhang's expression grew increasingly grave, and her heart sank deeper into the darkness.
"Doctor Zhang, how is Sanlang?"
Physician Zhang carefully considered the situation and said, "The Third Young Master is weak and has been ill for a long time. His blood circulation is poor, and his sudden headache and fainting should be due to blood stasis blocking the brain orifices..."
Madam Yang's face turned pale: "Is there any danger?"
"First, give the Third Young Master the pill to open his mind, then we'll see how things go..."
Physician Zhang's evasive answer chilled Madam Yang's heart: "Physician, how is Sanlang?"
"this--"
"Dr. Zhang, please tell me the truth, so that I, as your mother, can have an answer..."
Physician Zhang lowered his eyes slightly: "We can only see how he fares after taking the medicine. The Third Young Master... I'm afraid he won't make it through this..."
Madam Yang swayed.
Fang Rui and her maid supported Madam Yang from both sides.
Madam Yang's legs went weak, and she burst into tears: "Sanlang, Sanlang, wake up! How can your mother live if something happens to you—"
The Third Young Master Fang's condition was critical, which alarmed the old lady of the Prime Minister's residence, who came to visit him personally.
"Yang, how is Sanlang?"
Madam Yang, who was usually composed in front of the old lady, had red eyes and tears welled up in her eyes: "The imperial physician said... Sanlang might not make it..."
"Nonsense!" The old lady slammed her cane down. "Sanlang is still young, how could he not make it? If Physician Zhang can't do it, then we'll send someone else!"
So they discreetly invited Physician Li, who gave the same diagnosis as Physician Zhang.
Madam Yang was completely unable to accept it: "Impossible, impossible! Sanlang was perfectly fine this morning, how could he suddenly fall into a coma and not wake up?"
The old lady was also upset, but after all, she had other grandchildren, so she was still better off than Madam Yang, the mother: "Madam Yang, don't lose your composure at this time."
Madam Yang wouldn't listen to any advice. Suddenly, she looked at the old lady and said, "Could it be that Sanlang is possessed by an evil spirit? Should we have a wedding to cleanse him?"
"A marriage to ward off bad luck?" The old lady's eyes flashed, and she thought the idea was good. She pondered for a moment and said, "That's a good idea. I had been planning to have Sanlang take a concubine to ward off his illness, but now it seems that we can't delay any longer. This happy event should be held as soon as possible."
A glimmer of light appeared in Madam Yang's dark eyes: "Very well, we'll do it today!"
The old lady shook her head helplessly: "No matter how urgent it is, it can't be today. Sanlang's situation requires finding a woman whose birth chart is particularly auspicious for him. If we hastily choose a woman with an average birth chart, wouldn't that delay Sanlang's future?"
"The old lady is right, we must take in a son who will bring great fortune to Sanlang!"
On the third day of Fang San Gongzi's coma, the old lady of the Prime Minister's mansion finally found a suitable candidate after spending a lot of money.
“The fourth daughter of the Yongqing Earl’s family, the daughter of Yan Shan, a senior official in the Ministry of Works, and the youngest daughter of Liu, a wealthy man from Ji County…” Fang Xiang read out the three people selected from the list. “Are they the most suitable candidates?”
Fang Xiang didn't actually believe in the idea of a marriage to ward off bad luck, but his wife and daughter-in-law did. Now that Sanlang was so ill, since a marriage to ward off bad luck could put their minds at ease, why stop them?
"This one is the most suitable." The old lady pointed to a name, which was Qiu Fu, the fourth daughter of the Yongqing Marquis's Mansion.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiang couldn't help but laugh: "After all this time, we've come full circle back to the Yongqing Marquis's residence."
The old lady raised her eyebrows: "It's clear that Sanlang and the young lady from the Yongqing Marquis's mansion are destined for each other."
“That’s easy. I’ll call Yongqingbo over right away.”
The old lady was still worried: "Won't something else go wrong?"
“What could possibly happen? If the Earl of Yongqing is willing to give up his granddaughter, who is praised by the Emperor, as a concubine, would he be reluctant to part with his fourth granddaughter? There is no such logic.”
"It's not that I'm worried that the Earl of Yongqing won't agree, but I'm afraid of unexpected situations, such as that Miss Qiu Liu, who has already bothered Eunuch Xue."
"Looking around the capital, there are probably no girls who can cause more trouble than Miss Qiu Liu."
The old lady nodded in agreement: "Indeed, I haven't heard of any other girls from the Qiu family causing any trouble. Then, Prime Minister, you should go quickly, don't keep Sanlang waiting too long."
Fang Xiang quickly arranged to meet with Yongqing Bo.
From the moment he received the letter until he went to the appointment, Yongqing was filled with apprehension: Would Prime Minister Fang make trouble for him because of Liu Yatou's matter?
No, that's not right. It was the Prime Minister's residence that said the matter was off, not him refusing.
The Earl of Yongqing, filled with trepidation and speculation, met with Prime Minister Fang.
"Prime Minister."
"Sit down, sit down."
Observing Fang Xiang's expression, Yongqingbo felt somewhat relieved.
They don't seem like they're trying to cause him trouble.
"The Lord Job has come today, still regarding the matter of his grandson."
Earl Yongqing was taken aback: "Didn't the Prime Minister say it wasn't suitable—"
"Haha." Fang Xiang laughed, "She's not suitable for your sixth daughter, but she's very suitable for your fourth daughter."
Fourth Sister?
The Earl of Yongqing was surprised, both astonished and delighted.
Did he hear wrong? The hereditary title has returned?
And she's the fourth daughter, not the sixth!
Uncle Yongqing felt as if a windfall had fallen from the sky and couldn't believe it for a moment.
"Ahem, is your fourth young lady still unmarried?"
Yongqing Bo snapped out of his daze and hurriedly said no.
"That's good. What do you think, Lord Lord?"
"It's that girl's good fortune to be favored by the Prime Minister's family—" Marquis Yongqing said, drawing out his pleasant words.
Fang Xiang understood his meaning and said calmly, "Now that our two families are related by marriage, I will naturally help with the affairs of the Earl's Mansion."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
"My lord, please listen to me. The marriage will take place within three days."
The Earl of Yongqing was taken aback. Although he felt it was too fast, taking a concubine was not the same as marrying a wife, so there was nothing he couldn't accept. He managed to put on a show of composure: "I will go back and tell my family, and I will give the Prime Minister a reply tomorrow."
Upon returning to the Earl's residence, the Earl of Yongqing instinctively headed towards Qiansong Hall, but stopped after only a few steps.
Since the day he talked about Sixth Sister, he and his wife haven't spoken a word to each other. Now, talking about Fourth Sister would only cause unnecessary trouble.
Back in his study, Yongqingbo instructed his servants, "Go and invite the master here."
It was a day off, and Master Qiu had arranged to meet a friend at a teahouse but hadn't left yet when he heard that his father was looking for him, so he rushed over.
"My father is looking for me."
"Sit down, there's something I need to tell you about Fu'er."
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