The early sunshine is shining on the eaves, the morning breeze is scenting the flowers, and the courtyard has been cleaned early and is in order, but the atmosphere is unfortunately depressing.
Zong Yuxiang got up, washed and came to her mother to say hello.
Due to important matters in the ministry, Lord Zong went to court early. Now Zong Yuxiang is in charge of all matters at home.
"Miss, please try to persuade Madam, if you don't eat, the food will get cold again." The maid next to Mrs. Zong said to Zong Yuxiang with a sad face, "Madam, I haven't eaten twice in the past few days.
My body can’t bear the food!”
As the eldest daughter in the family, Zong Yuxiang has been living in her parents' home since her brother died.
The second young lady, Zong Yuwei, has only been married for less than a month, so it is not suitable for her to stay at her parents' house for too long.
Zong Yuxiang asked her to go back to her husband's house and only come to visit once a day.
"Take this away! I asked someone to stew japonica rice porridge with snow lotus, without even adding rock sugar. It will be ready in a while, and I will use some with my wife." Zong Yuxiang knew that his mother had no appetite, but she was
Iron rice is like steel. My brother hasn't woken up yet, so he can't let his mother collapse again.
The maid agreed and retreated.
Mrs. Zong was sitting in front of the dressing table, and the maid was combing her hair.
"Give me the comb!" Zong Yuxiang took the wooden comb from the maid's hand and tied his mother's hair himself.
Mrs. Zong used to have almost no gray hair, but now it is half white.
Zong Yuxiang felt sad, but he still wanted to make his mother happy: "I heard a magpie chirping before I even got up this morning. This bird is the most spiritual."
Mrs. Zong didn't sleep well at night. Her heart was worried about her son, but she couldn't say it out loud. She just said: "Call An Nuan over to have dinner with us!"
Zong Yuxiang then called his girl: "Come with me to see Ah Nuan."
Jiang Nuan has been here for seven or eight days and has been taking care of Zong Tianbao.
The Zong family already liked her very much, and now they are even more grateful and cherish her.
Zong Yuxiang walked up to Jiang Nuan, held her hand and said, "Come over with me and have dinner with your mother. With you by her side, she can always eat more."
Jiang Nuan had just wiped Zong Tianbao's hands and face, and carefully covered him with a quilt.
Zong Tianbao suffered a head injury and his head was wrapped in thick gauze, which had to be changed every one or two days.
At first, the doctor took charge, but later Jiang Nuan did all the work.
"Sister, Tianbao slept peacefully last night and no longer has a fever." Jiang Nuan squeezed Zong Yuxiang's hand back more forcefully. Her hand was warm and full of strength, "Tianbao must be fine.
He no longer has a fever and will surely wake up slowly."
"Thank you for your hard work, Nuan. If you weren't here, Tianbao probably wouldn't be able to survive now." Zong Yuxiang knew that even if Zong Tianbao didn't wake up, he would still have some consciousness left.
Jiang Nuan was by his side to take care of him and talk to him every day, which kept him going.
Jiang Nuan and Zong Yuxiang came to Mrs. Zong's room while talking. To be honest, Mrs. Zong is more haggard than Zong Tianbao now.
The originally rich and smooth face seemed to have aged by ten or twenty years. The bruises under the eyes were as wide as a finger, and the light in the eyes was dimmed, like two oil lamps that were about to burn out.
She has done everything she can, and now all she has left is chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name every day, praying to the gods to protect her son's safety.
"Ah Nuan is here, good boy, come here quickly." Now Mrs. Zong would only smile a little when she saw Jiang Nuan.
Mrs. Zong has seen everything Jiang Nuan has done these days. She is so considerate and attentive to Zong Tianbao, just like taking care of a little baby.
Mrs. Zong has never felt so regretful in her life as she does now.
If he had promised his son back then, without considering anything else, and only followed his son's wishes, then Zong Tianbao would definitely be fine now.
"Aunt, why don't you eat well?" Jiang Nuan personally handed the spoon and chopsticks to Mrs. Zong, "Tianbao will definitely be worried when he wakes up and sees that you have lost weight."
Hearing what she said, Mrs. Zong almost burst into tears. Can her son wake up?
The spring light outside the window is bright, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, attracting bees and butterflies.
But it made their family even more depressed and miserable, which could not be dispelled.
The snow lotus porridge has a unique fragrance and the heat is just right.
Mrs. Zong took a bite but found it thick, so she asked the maid to bring hot water to make it thinner.
But I finally drank the whole bowl of porridge.
After dinner, the palace doctor also came to take a pulse.
The emperor learned about Zong Tianbao and specially ordered the imperial doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment every day.
Zong Yuxiang hurriedly got up to greet her, and Jiang Nuan also followed her.
Zong Yuxiang refused to let his mother go there, fearing that something bad would happen and her mother wouldn't be able to bear it.
Here, the imperial doctor carefully took Zong Tianbao's pulse.
The room was so quiet that the sound of breathing could be heard, for fear of disturbing the doctor.
After a moment, the imperial doctor removed his hand from Zong Tianbao's wrist.
"Doctor Xuan, let's talk outside." Zong Yuxiang glanced at his younger brother. Even though Jiang Nuan fed him some ginseng soup and white fungus soup every day, he was still so thin that he lost his appearance.
The look on the imperial doctor's face was gloomy and hard to distinguish, and Zong Yuwei's heart was in a state of confusion.
"Miss, the young prince's condition is still not improving significantly." The imperial doctor also looked embarrassed when he said it. "Although the fever is not as severe as the previous days, my pulse..."
"Doctor Xuan, if you have anything to say, just say it." Zong Yuxiang's heart was pounding, but his face remained calm.
"To be honest, the young marquis's pulse seems to be getting weaker and weaker." The imperial doctor lowered his head and said, "In fact, it is very rare for him to be able to hold on until now. But now, drinking this medicine is like a stone sinking into the sea, and it can't help.
What effect does it have? This is what I'm most worried about."
"Is there any other way?" Zong Yuxiang was of course unwilling to give in. His younger brother was only seventeen years old this year, which was too young.
"My medical skills are limited, and I can only treat you to this extent." The imperial doctor said, "Maybe other doctors have better treatment methods. Otherwise, if you don't say anything else, I'm afraid I won't be able to sustain it for too long if I just put in so much effort."
Zong Yuxiang nodded and asked no more questions.
They have searched all over for doctors they can find, but no one is very sure.
Now even the imperial doctor's order from the imperial hospital says so, which shows that there is probably nothing left to do.
After the imperial doctor was sent away, Zong Yuxiang could no longer hold on and slumped down holding the table.
"Sister, don't listen to the imperial doctor," Jiang Nuan said, "God forbid, everything will be fine."
Of course Zong Yuxiang knew that Jiang Nuan had good intentions, but he couldn't deceive himself too much.
"Call the housekeeper over!" Zong Yuxiang knew that some things had to be prepared before it was too late.
"A Nuan, don't tell the master and his wife yet. They can't listen to this now." Zong Yuxiang told Jiang Nuan, "You and Tianbao are just engaged. If...if he doesn't wake up, we will cancel the marriage.
