Noble Lady Jing Zhao

Chapter 279 Keep Her Hanging
Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Zhao, was talking to Ye Jingzhao.

A maidservant came running behind him in panic.

"what happened?"

Zhao felt empty in her heart, frowned, looked at the maid, and asked anxiously.

The maid was out of breath. She bowed to the two masters and replied anxiously, "Madam, I just had lunch. I don't know what happened. I lost my breath and now I have passed out."

The maid finished speaking in one breath.

Zhao's face immediately darkened.

Holding Ye Jingzhao's hand, he hurried towards the old lady's courtyard.

At the same time, he did not forget to ask, "Have you sent someone to call a doctor? How is the old lady now?"

"The doctor has come and is treating the old lady. However, the doctor said that the old lady might be in trouble. The housekeeper in the room heard the doctor's instructions and asked me to come and ask the old lady to make a decision."

Zhao quickened her pace a little.

He let out a long breath, and the resentment in his heart increased a lot.

The old lady used to make things difficult for her in various ways.

Now that her son is doing well, her life has just gotten a little better.

Perhaps it was God's will that the old lady was completely paralyzed in bed.

Even if the old lady wanted to quarrel with her again, she didn't have the energy.

Now all matters big and small in the mansion are back in her hands.

She thoroughly cleaned up the entire Sumuhou Mansion from top to bottom.

Now, she only hopes that after the national mourning is over, she can welcome her daughter-in-law into the family.

If the old lady passed away at this critical moment, I'm afraid her son's marriage would be delayed for another year.

How could she accept this?

Ye Jingzhao could see the worry in Zhao's heart, and could not help but persuade her, "Madam Mu, don't worry, the old lady is blessed with great fortune, and she will be safe and sound."

Although they said this, they both knew in their hearts that the other was worried about something.

"Well, I think the old lady has to watch Zong'er get married before she can go to see the Marquis with peace of mind."

As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the old lady's courtyard.

The servants serving in the room had panic-stricken looks on their faces as they went in and out, which made people feel confused.

Zhao couldn't help but speak up and scolded, "Everyone wait outside, there's no need to cause trouble in the house."

"Yes."

Everyone saluted and then retreated.

Zhao took Ye Jingzhao to the inner room, and the people she brought into the room were all maids brought by Zhao.

As soon as he entered the inner room, Ye Jingzhao saw Old Madam Mu lying on the bed with a pale face and a deathly look.

The doctor was sitting beside the couch giving acupuncture to Madam Mu.

The housekeeper who was serving on the side already had tears in her eyes.

Seeing the first lady Zhao coming, he suppressed the sad expression on his face and bowed.

Haven't spoken yet.

Zhao ordered, "Take everyone and go out and wait."

Although the nanny looked reluctant, she saw the unquestionable tone of Madam Zhao.

Can only give up.

When only Madam Mu and the doctor were left in the room, only Zhao and Ye Jingzhao were left.

After the doctor placed the last needle, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, slowly stood up, and bowed to Madam Mu Zhao.

"Doctor, no need to be polite. How is the old lady?"

Madam Mu, Zhao, stepped forward, helped the doctor up personally, looked at the old lady on the bed, and asked.

The doctor looked helpless, shook his head, and sighed, "Madam, the old lady's health was not good to begin with, and now she has been going through so many things."

"Now, I am only relying on this old man's silver needle to keep myself alive."

"I am incompetent, please find another job as soon as possible."

Doctors have a kind heart and saving lives and healing the wounded is their instinct.

This doctor was also quite famous in Kyoto. He really had no other choice at the moment, otherwise, how could he be willing to let the patient die in his own hands.

"Thank you for your trouble, doctor. You don't have to worry about it. You have done your best."

Mrs. Mu, Zhao, comforted the doctor with a few words, ordered someone to prepare a generous gift, and sent someone to see the doctor off.

There were only three of them in the room.

Zhao sighed several times, her eyes full of helplessness.

"Jing Zhao..."

"Madam Mu, don't worry. The old lady is blessed by heaven and will definitely get through this."

Ye Jingzhao gently patted Mrs. Mu’s wife, Zhao’s, on the back.

Looking at the situation before her, Zhao could only try her best with her last bit of strength.

She didn't want her son's marriage to be delayed any further because of the old lady's health.

He sent someone to the palace to invite the imperial physician.

Ye Jingzhao has been accompanying Mrs. Mu, Zhao.

After the imperial physician came to see him.

The final result was the same as that of the previous doctor.

When Mu Yanzong learned that something had happened to the old lady, he hurried back from the palace.

When Zhao saw her son, her brows furrowed even more.

Mu Yanzong glanced at his fiancée Ye Jingzhao, signaling her not to worry.

Just then, he walked to his mother's side and comforted her, "Don't worry, mother. I think grandma will be able to get through this."

"Hey, Zong'er, mother only hopes that your grandmother can live a little longer, at least to see you get married. When your grandmother really goes to the underground, it will be an explanation to your father."

"Mother's wish will surely come true."

After Mu Yanzong comforted his mother, he went to see the imperial physician.

"Doctor, is there any way to keep my grandmother healthy for a while longer?"

The imperial physician naturally understood what Prince Mu meant.

After pondering for a long time, an idea suddenly came to mind.

However, that method is time-consuming, labor-intensive and costly.

But right now, this is the only way.

"My Lord, I have a way to keep myself fed. I think it will last me a year or two."

"Please ask the imperial physician to speak clearly."

"I use silver needles to keep my spirit alive every day, and use hundred-year-old ginseng to prolong my last breath. But this method is probably going to cost a lot of money."

The imperial physician didn't say it explicitly, but this ginseng would probably cost tens of thousands of taels of gold to keep the old lady alive.

Even the mansions of dukes, marquises and earls were a bit difficult.

Mu Yanzong naturally understood the imperial physician's concerns.

In just a moment, the decision was made.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Imperial Doctor. You don't have to worry about the consultation fee."

Seeing that Prince Mu had made up his mind, the imperial physician naturally had nothing more to say.

He bowed and replied, "In that case, I will do my best to make sure that Prince Mu gets what he wants."

After sending the imperial physician away, Madam Mu Zhao stayed behind to look after the old lady.

Mu Yanzong personally sent Ye Jingzhao back home first.

"Sister Jingzhao, don't worry, my grandmother will definitely be able to hold on for another year or so."

Ye Jingzhao paused and looked at Mu Yanzong, smiling, "I believe it, and Prince Mu doesn't need to worry too much. I believe everything is in the hands of fate."

Mrs. Jiang, the third wife of Ye San, learned about Madam Mu's affairs.

There was some more sadness in his eyes.

"Hey, in a few days, I must go to the temple to burn incense and worship the gods."

"Mother, don't worry. I believe that Madam Mu will be able to hold on for another year or so."