The second day of March was Jiang Nuan's birthday. Xu Chunjun and Cen Yunchu both gave gifts and made an appointment with Jiang Nuan to go out and play together in a few days.
They rarely go to Jiang's house, and Cen Yunchu has never visited the house once.
They always see each other elsewhere and are used to it.
On this day, Meng was in her room looking at the family's accounts. The manager came back from outside and hurriedly reported: "I was just a kid on the street. I heard that something happened to the little Marquis of the clan."
Meng was shocked when she heard this. She put down her account book and asked, "What on earth is going on? What happened?"
The steward walked away in a hurry and said while wiping his sweat: "I was afraid that I had heard something wrong, so I asked carefully again. It is indeed the young marquis of the Zong family. He said that he was riding too fast. The horse kicked and kicked.
He was lifted off his back. He has been carried back to his home. It is said that he was seriously injured and has been unconscious."
After hearing this, Meng immediately said: "Hurry up and prepare a car to send me there."
The maid said at the side: "The mansion must be busy at this time, and we can't help much."
"What do you know?" Meng glanced at her and said, "At this time, it becomes more obvious who is close to whom."
"Then do you want to invite the two ladies to go with you?" the maid asked again.
"Forget it, they are young and ignorant, and they will really cause trouble if they go there." Meng thought for a while and decided not to take Sister Jiang Nuan there first.
As soon as Meng left the house, the news of Zong Tianbao's accident spread throughout the Jiang family, and Jiang Nuan naturally knew about it.
"Oh my God! I heard that the back of the little Marquis' head hit a rock and blood flowed all over the floor." Zhuizi bit his fingers and trembled. "Blessed by the Bodhisattva, nothing will happen to him."
Jiang Nuan was naturally anxious, even though Zong Tianbao was usually not angry with her.
But hate it, Jiang Nuan still wants him to be alive and kicking.
Uncle Zong and Aunt Zong only have one son, so they don't know how worried and sad they should be.
"Don't worry, girl. I'll go out and ask around. It'll probably be fine." Sang's mother could see that Jiang Nuan was worried and knew that instead of speculating like this, it would be better to go ask around so that she could have a better idea.
"For God's sake, don't go. Jiang Hui is at home on vacation today, so why not ask Wei Yu to go? He is smart and quick, and he can speak clearly." Jiang Nuan said.
"That's okay, I'll ask him to go right away." Sang's mother agreed and went out.
Jiang Nuan was so anxious that she couldn't help it, so she said to Lingdang: "Go and borrow a sutra book from the second lady, and I will recite it. Anyway, there is nothing to do now, so it is better to hold on to the Buddha for the time being than to just stare."
Not to mention that Jiang Nuan was chanting sutras and praying for blessings at home, just saying that Meng took a car to the Zongfu. From a distance, he saw a dozen carriages parked in front of the door. Naturally, they all came to visit.
The clan mansion is now in a state of chaos, with twenty or thirty officials here alone.
Dozens of relatives and friends came, filling the living room.
Mrs. Zong was so panicked that she couldn't stand still. Fortunately, her two daughters rushed back and supported her on the left and right.
Meng stepped forward and comforted her: "Madam, don't worry, the young Marquis is a lucky man and will be fine."
Who would have thought that Mrs. Zong's tears fell when she saw her, but she just cried without speaking.
Meng couldn't say much, so she could only stay by her side.
It was almost noon when she arrived, and she waited until dusk, but Zong Tianbao didn't wake up.
Although the Zong family also arranged meals, no one was in the mood to eat. Until evening, many people couldn't stand it anymore and left one after another. Meng was still there.
"God protects me! Promise mother, wake up soon!" Mrs. Zong cried her tears dry and called her son again and again.
The doctors inside were still treating Zong Tianbao, but there were only three imperial doctors left. The rest of the doctors said they couldn't cure him due to limited means, so they left one after another.
"Aunt Jiang, it's been really hard for you to stay here all day. Now that it's getting late, ask someone to take you back! If Tianbao wakes up, we will definitely send someone to inform you." The eldest lady Zong Yuxiang said to her.
Meng said.
Mrs. Meng then comforted Mrs. Zong a few more words and said, "I came by car myself, so I don't need to trouble you. Just relax, and everything will be fine."
By the time she got home, it was already midnight.
When Jiang Yinzhi came back from the Yamen, he naturally heard about it and asked her, "How are you doing now? Have you woken up?"
Meng shook her head and was in a bad mood: "It's been almost a day since I rescued him, and he still hasn't woken up. It doesn't look good."
Jiang Yinzhi sighed after hearing this. The Zong family was of great use to them.
If Zong Tianbao really died because of this, their previous plans would probably come to nothing.
Originally, she was thinking of asking Jiang Nuan to be a good concubine for Zong Tianbao! Jiang Yinzhi shook his head and sighed, but now it seems that it may not be possible.
"Let's wait and see, it's too early to draw a conclusion now." Meng was more calm than Jiang Yinzhi.
It would be best to find a reliable person and give him to Lord Zong as a concubine. Jiang Yinzhi thought about new options. If Zong Tianbao was gone, their family would have no son. Naturally, they would have to find a way to regenerate themselves. Lord Zong would naturally
Refusing to accept Jiang Nuan as a concubine would give both families a bad reputation...
"Have you had dinner, sir?" Meng said while untying her hair, "I only had one meal today and my stomach aches from hunger."
At this time, the old lady and maid who had accompanied the room had already brought food to them. Jiang Yinzhi didn't eat either, so the couple ate at the same table under the lamp.
"Go and have a look there tomorrow!" Meng said, "Comfort Mr. Zong."
"I know," Jiang Yinzhi said, "let's take turns to go there, don't let anyone find fault with our lack of etiquette."
"I got up early to look at my family's accounts. Last month, a few items were overpaid. I have to save some this month." Meng said about her family affairs again.
"It's up to you," Jiang Yinzhi always trusted his wife, "but I'm afraid it will have to exceed this month."
Meng paused for a moment and then understood what he meant. If Zong Tianbao died, the memorial ceremony would have to be a huge expense.
After eating, the two of them washed up and then went to bed to rest.
On the second day, Jiang Yinzhi took leave of absence and went to the clan mansion to pay his respects.
Lord Zong looked ten years older, his eyes were red and swollen, and he had obviously not slept all night.
Jiang Yinzhi said many words of comfort before leaving. Zong Tianbao was still uncertain about his life or death, but the situation was obviously less serious.
There were prudent elders in the family. Seeing this situation, they advised the couple to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible.
"It's not about anything else. It's good to celebrate the child."
When Mrs. Zong heard this, she immediately cried to death.
After regaining consciousness, he cried: "My son doesn't want that thing, he will live a long life! I don't believe that thing can bring happiness!"
"Now that it's like this, even the imperial doctors say there's nothing they can do. It's better to just celebrate it!" Someone else said, "Just make an appointment for him and celebrate the wedding."
