Chapter 412: Taking Care of Grandfather

Xu Wan was a little touched, but still shook her head and said, "I'm fine. It's your grandfather who is sick. He hasn't gotten better in the past few days, so everyone in the family is worried."

"Ah? Grandfather is sick?" Zong Jincheng was confused. In his impression, his grandfather was a military commander with great martial arts skills. Even when he was sick, he looked like nothing happened. How come he didn't recover for several days?

"He felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't take medicine, so he's getting better very slowly," Xu Wan said in a general way. The matter was complicated and there was no need to explain it in detail to the children.

"Why can't he drink the medicine?" Zong Jincheng frowned, his face full of worry. He said, "I'll go home and feed grandfather the medicine."

Zong Wenxiu also said worriedly: "I'll go too."

"I..." He Zheng wanted to add a sentence, but suddenly remembered that he was not the eldest grandson of the Marquisate, so he silently changed it to, "I'll wait for you outside. Call me if you need anything."

Xu Wan patted his shoulder.

He Zheng smiled back.

Xu Wan suddenly remembered something and asked in a roundabout way, "I've been considering whether to assign more people to your side. Have you been stabbed in the past three hours?"

Zong Wenxiu shook his head and said, "No, I didn't get assassinated even in the slums. I was lucky enough not to starve to death."

He Zheng also shook his head: "No, my family members all know martial arts, so no one would be so desperate as to seek excitement."

Zong Jincheng tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Was it considered assassination when I was kidnapped on the cruise ship and rescued by His Highness?"

Xu Wan replied: "No, I mean they were going after your life." That time the people were going after the prince.

Zong Jincheng tilted his head and thought again: "What about the time when Luo Jingfeng almost strangled me to death?"

Xu Wan: “…” You’ve been through so much misfortune.

She asked, "So apart from these two times, no one tried to assassinate you before you were eight?"

The little devil was puzzled and said, "No, I have Bu Yan by my side. Bu Yan is very powerful and has never lost a fight."

Xu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that although Zong Qiyun coveted the family property of the Marquis, he did not dare to take action against Jin Cheng in the capital, otherwise this kid would not have grown up so smoothly.

Xu Wan pretended to say, "It seems that there is no need to send more people. Let's just leave it at that for now and concentrate on preparing for the Spring Examination."

"Okay." The three of them didn't notice anything unusual.

general's office.

As soon as Zong Jincheng and Zong Wenxiu got home, they wanted to go see their grandfather first. Xu Wan asked Zong Jincheng to take a shower and change clothes before going. Zong Jincheng listened to his mother's instructions and did so, but he didn't notice that his brother was taken away by his mother after turning around.

"Aunt?" Although Zong Wenxiu also wanted to see his grandfather, he didn't understand why she sent his brother away.

Xu Wan said to him, "Grandfather is missing your father."

"Ah..." Zong Wenxiu seemed to understand something.

He had never met his father, and his impression of Zong Yan was based on what other people had said about him. If there was any relationship between them, it was not as close as an average father and son could have been.

But my grandfather was different. He watched my father grow up and suddenly lost his son in middle age. It was a very painful feeling.

Xu Wan said, "Go and give grandfather some medicine. I'm afraid if we delay any longer, it will be difficult for him to recover."

Zong Wenxiu nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go give it a try."

Outside the gate of the courtyard, many maids were waiting.

"Vomited again..." The old lady's trembling voice echoed in the room.

Zong Wenxiu walked in quickly and saw that his grandfather had aged a lot. Before entering the tribute courtyard, he did not have so many white hairs.

"grandfather……"

The old lady looked up and saw a young boy coming in with his back to the light. The twelve-year-old Zong Wenxiu had been back home for two years. Even though his personality was not similar to Zong Yan and his appearance was more like Yan Suxue, as his figure gradually grew taller, the shadow of Zong Yan could be seen more and more in him.

The old lady's eyes flickered, and she sobbed, "Yan'er..."

Zong Wenxiu walked over quickly, squatted in front of his grandmother, and whispered, "Grandma, I'm back from the exam."

At the door, Xu Wan brought Zong Zhao out and dismissed the maids around them.

"Let Wen Xiu accompany them."

Zong Zhao responded: "Okay."

The couple sat in the pavilion outside waiting. They had not gotten much rest in the past few days because they had to look after the old marquis.

"Sorry, I don't have time to help you think of test questions." Zong Zhao had originally agreed to help her come up with test questions for the teachers.

But now that the children have all left Gongyuan, all the original plans have been postponed.

Xu Wan stood up, hugged Zong Zhao who was sitting, and said softly: "It's okay, it's just a matter of a few days, don't worry."

Zong Zhao leaned on her abdomen and closed his eyes tiredly.

Indoors.

The old lady wiped her tears and made room for Zong Wenxiu: "Wenxiu, you come and feed your grandfather the medicine. He can't drink it if I feed him."

"Okay." Zong Wenxiu took the medicine bowl from her hand and sat down in front of the bed.

The old marquis looked pale. He was over fifty years old and had just suffered a serious illness. He was so weak that he could not even open his eyes.

Zong Wenxiu felt distressed. He called out to his grandfather lying on the bed, "Grandfather, can you hear me? I am Wenxiu. I am home."

The old marquis blinked his eyelashes, and seemed to try hard to open his eyes, but he was still too depressed to open his eyes.

Zong Wenxiu continued, "My aunt told me that you fell ill because you missed my father too much... Actually, I missed my father too. When I was a child in the slums, many people had fathers, but I didn't. I secretly wondered what kind of person he was. Later, when you and grandmother found us, although I already knew that my father was gone, I had been secretly observing you and grandmother, trying to find the shadow of my father in you. Maybe I am not that much like my father, but I think there is a connection between father and son. Even though my father is gone, I still have him. I can stand in his place and respect my mother, grandfather and grandmother."

Tears rolled down the old marquis's eyes. He struggled to open his eyes and saw his grandson in front of him.

This is Zong Yan’s only child. He had just rushed back from the tribute temple, and even though he had wiped his face, he was still covered in dust.

Because he was worried about his grandfather, he ran straight over after returning home.

"Wen Xiu..."

"Grandfather." Zong Wenxiu imitated his father's character and tried to smile cheerfully. He put down the medicine bowl, lay down weakly and hugged his grandfather, and said, "I am still here, I am still here, you still have your uncle and Jincheng, and you still have so many relatives like us."

The old marquis's chest was shaking and he was crying.

The old lady beside her also began to wipe away her tears.

Zong Wenxiu did not say anything more, just quietly accompanied him. After a long time, the old marquis finally calmed down. Zong Wenxiu sat up and picked up the medicine bowl again: "I will feed grandfather medicine. My mother told me since I was a child that I should take medicine well when I am sick, otherwise the wasted medicine will make us buy less food."