Linglong's voice wasn't quiet; everyone in the room heard it. Zhou's father's instinctive reaction was:
What nonsense are you spouting?
He still knows his son well. Even though his temperament has become strange recently, he is still knowledgeable and would never cheat on a cheat sheet.
"My lord, I don't know exactly what happened, but that's what people outside are saying."
"When I arrived with my men, the young master was barely clinging to life. I had to spend a lot of money to have him brought back."
Zhou's father: "..."
Mr. Zhou regretted it. If he had known Linglong was so talkative, he would have shut her up long ago.
What is this saying?
He glanced at the Empress Dowager subconsciously and saw that her expression had grown increasingly cold.
Mr. Zhou chuckled awkwardly and said with a forced laugh:
"There must be some misunderstanding. Your humble servant will go and take a look."
The Empress Dowager nodded, then gave a wink to the person behind her, who immediately went to investigate.
"Your Highness, I would also like to go and see."
Yuan Zhao bowed and said.
After all, he was her husband in name only, so her request was reasonable.
The Empress Dowager glanced at her, her expression softening somewhat:
"He's definitely a loyal friend. Go ahead."
Hearing the Empress Dowager praise Yuan Zhao so highly, Old Madam Zhou on the sickbed snorted even louder. However, to her disappointment, her sister didn't even glance in her direction.
After seeing this, is there anything the second and third wives still don't understand?
Their hopes of turning their lives around by relying on the Empress Dowager are likely to be dashed.
Over there, Yuan Zhao followed Zhou's father into the hall. She wasn't worried about Zhou Shiyuan, but rather wanted to see his miserable state.
When Mr. Zhou entered the hall with a grim face, he saw Zhou Shiyuan lying on the ground, barely breathing. Only then did he realize that Linglong had not exaggerated; Zhou Shiyuan was indeed dying.
After all, he was his own son, and the legitimate heir, so Zhou's father immediately roared:
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go fetch a doctor!"
Linglong, who was standing to the side, spoke up upon hearing this:
"My lord, the funds available for expenditure have just been used up by hiring people."
Hearing this, Zhou's father glared angrily at Yuan Zhao:
"This is your husband, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"Now that the public funds are in your hands, how have you managed them? You don't even have this much money?"
Yuan Zhao looked helpless upon hearing this:
"My lord, there are dozens of people in the manor, and the monthly allowance is only so much."
"There were still a few hundred taels in the account, but yesterday Aunt Bai bought jewelry and withdrew most of the silver from the public fund."
"The accountant said it was your idea."
Upon hearing this, Zhou's father was speechless.
After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a sentence:
"So you're just going to watch Shiyuan do nothing? Don't forget, he's your husband!"
“Of course I will take care of it. I have already used my dowry money to hire a doctor.”
"Just like you said, he is my husband after all, I can't just ignore him."
Upon hearing her words, Mr. Zhou felt a sting on his face.
She was making a veiled criticism of him.
Zhou Shiyuan was indeed her husband, but he was also her son.
He has money to buy jewelry for his concubines, but not money to treat his own son's illness. If this news gets out, his spine will probably be broken.
Thinking of this, he quickly said:
"I knew nothing about what happened yesterday. Don't worry, I will make up for the money in the public treasury."
"We should get a doctor to take a look right away."
As they were talking, the doctor was brought in. He took Zhou Shiyuan's pulse and frowned, saying:
"Young Master Zhou's injuries are quite severe, damaging his very foundation. I'm afraid he'll suffer from chronic illnesses in the future."
Hearing this, Mr. Zhou's heart skipped a beat. He only had one legitimate son, while his two illegitimate sons had been raised by Mrs. Zhou to be timid and submissive since childhood, and were unlikely to amount to anything.
He was still hoping that Zhou Shiyuan could restore the glory of the Yongning Marquis's mansion, but now the doctor's words were undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.
Just then, Yuan Zhao spoke:
"We'll talk about the future later, doctor. Please take a look at him and at least get him to wake up."
Otherwise, who will act in the play later?
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