Chapter 195 Meng Xi, suffering from a heart ailment, falls into the pool.
Then, that sorrow was crushed by a cold sneer. He emphasized his words, but his voice was weak: "As for the bloodshed? She was having an affair with Meng Jiang, so I just gave her a push. I originally wanted to help her get a title and fulfill her dream of wealth and status."
He curled his lips into his usual mocking smile: "Who would have thought that she was all talk and no action... She had just seen a glimmer of hope when she forgot her own limitations and was so stupid as to think that she could control the wife just because she was pregnant."
His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a chilling insight into the darkness of human nature: "These fools who can't recognize their own place and can't understand the current situation deserve to die, don't they?"
Lu Zhaoruo knew that what he said made sense.
At this moment, Meng Xi's body swayed violently, his vision blurred, and the sharp pain in his chest made it impossible for him to hold on any longer.
He tried to grab the window frame, but his hand grasped nothing, and he fell straight backward, plunging into the pool outside the pavilion!
"Thump!"
Water splashed everywhere.
Startled by this sudden turn of events, Lu Zhaoruo's heart tightened, and she immediately cried out, "Help! Help! Your young master has fallen into the water!"
However, all was silent.
Even Chang Hong, who had always been by his side, was nowhere to be found.
She looked at Meng Xi's figure in the pool, which was slowly sinking, with only a few strands of black hair floating on the surface.
Human life is at stake!
Without hesitation, she immediately jumped into the pool!
The pool water instantly enveloped his entire body, soaking his clothes.
As early summer approached, although the pool water wasn't bone-chilling, the sudden coolness still startled her.
She gritted her teeth, suppressed the chill, and struggled to swim towards the slowly sinking, cloud-gray figure.
As she got closer, she reached out from behind him and hugged his chest tightly, lifting him up so that his mouth and nose were above the water.
The body beneath her was heavy and limp; the man's soaked clothes clung to her arms, and through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the coldness of his body and the faintness of his heartbeat.
She had no time to think about anything else; she held him tightly with one hand and paddled desperately with the other, using all her strength to drag him toward the shore.
By the time she finally dragged Meng Xi onto the shore platform, she was panting heavily, soaked to the bone, and shivering slightly from the cold.
She disregarded her own safety and immediately knelt beside him.
She first laid his body flat, turned his head to one side, and patted his back hard.
Meng Xi coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of pool water. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he briefly regained a sliver of consciousness.
He slowly opened his hazy eyes, and through his blurred vision, he saw a beautiful face close to his, with an urgent air about it.
His dark hair clung damply to his cheeks, water droplets constantly rolling down and dripping onto his face.
In that moment of confusion, his face, flushed and damp from the rescue, overlapped with the gentle yet anxious face of his mother in his memory.
He instinctively raised his trembling hand and grasped Lu Zhaoruo's wrist as she pressed on his chest to drain the fluid, murmuring, "Mother... don't leave me..."
Lu Zhaoruo paused as he grabbed her wrist.
Before she could withdraw her hand or respond, Meng Xi's eyes suddenly cleared for a moment, focusing, and he saw that the person in front of him was Lu Zhaoruo.
That moment of vulnerability and attachment vanished instantly, replaced by a slightly disheveled sense of alienation and wariness.
He let go of her hand.
But he couldn't hold on any longer; his eyelids closed heavily, his head lolled to the side, and he fell into a deep sleep once more.
"My lord! The medicine is ready..."
Chang Hong's voice stopped abruptly. He rushed over with the medicine bowl in his hand and saw his husband lying on the platform, pale and soaking wet. Lu Zhaoruo was also kneeling beside him, her clothes wet and her hair disheveled.
"Madam Lu! What...what's going on?!"
Chang Hong was so shocked that he almost dropped the medicine bowl.
He hurriedly knelt down beside Meng Xi, reached out to check her breath, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he felt a faint but still present breath.
Lu Zhaoruo quickly composed herself and said succinctly, "Young Master Meng suddenly fainted and fell into the pond. I have rescued him, but he was briefly conscious before passing out again. Quickly help him back to his room, change his wet clothes, and make sure he is kept warm!"
Her tone was calm and clear, instantly calming Chang Hong's panicked mind.
Chang Hong immediately realized that this was not the time to ask questions, and repeatedly said, "Yes! Yes! Thank you so much, Madam Lu, for saving my life!"
He quickly put down the medicine bowl and carried Meng Xi on his back.
He knew his husband's temperament well; there probably wasn't even a single old woman in the entire area.
He acted decisively, his voice filled with apology and earnestness: "Madam Lu, I cannot thank you enough! The situation is urgent, please forgive my rudeness. My husband dislikes servants being near him, and there may be no one around to serve him. Please wait here for a moment, I will immediately carry my husband back to his room for treatment, and I will also immediately call two of my most reliable maids with clean clothes to fetch you! There is a warm pavilion on the east side of this waterside pavilion for temporary rest, it is quite clean, but I will have to trouble you for now!"
Lu Zhaoruo nodded slightly: "Alright, go quickly."
Chang Hong said no more, carefully carried Meng Xi on his back, and quickly left.
Half an hour later.
Meng Xi lay pale on the bed with his eyes closed as the doctor intently took his pulse.
Inside the side hall.
Lu Zhaoruo had changed into clean clothes brought by a maid from the Meng family and was holding a bowl of steaming ginger tea in her hands.
Dongrou stood quietly behind her.
Changhong stood respectfully to the side, his face filled with gratitude and lingering fear. He bowed deeply to Lu Zhaoruo and said, "Today, we are entirely grateful for Madam Lu's selfless rescue! My husband and I will never forget such a great kindness!"
He glanced worriedly towards the inner room, his face etched with deep sorrow, and sighed, "To be honest, my wife, my husband's palpitations are a congenital weakness. Ever since... ever since the passing of our first wife, he has been overwhelmed with grief, and this ailment has become more and more frequent, with each flare-up more severe than the last..."
He looked up at Lu Zhaoruo, his tone cautiously inquiring: "My lady... do you think that my husband's actions today were a bit too cruel?"
Before Lu Zhaoruo could answer, he lowered his voice as if he had made up his mind and said, "My lord... has been patiently plotting for so many years, all to seek justice for his first wife, his birth mother."
"The late Madam Di was born into the family of the founding Duke Di, and was the legitimate daughter of a very noble family. Yet, despite her parents' objections, she insisted on marrying Lord Meng, who was then a poor scholar. She used all of her dowry to pave the way for his career and help him rise rapidly in rank..."
"But after Lord Meng rose to prominence, he gradually forgot his roots, taking many concubines and indulging in unrestrained philandering. Later, he even met that Lady Geng outside, and the two secretly had an affair, completely disregarding his wife who was overworked and bedridden. The late Madam was heartbroken and depressed, and her health deteriorated day by day. In the end... in the end, she died of a combination of anger and illness!"
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