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"They're incredibly audacious! They even dare to disobey the Crown Prince's orders!" Jia Yuntian said indignantly.

Why did he open the furnace against the wind? What kind of furnace was it?

Qian said, "He was operating those furnaces for refining poisonous pills."

"We've been staking out the alchemy room for so many days, but these poisoned pills haven't been smuggled out even once."

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Inside the mansion of a prince.

Even after being confined to the Marquis's residence, Wang Changlin remained restless.

Although he was unable to leave the mansion, it did not prevent him from sending servants in and out to handle official business.

On the very night that Qian Lai and his companions returned to the Ling Shu Hall and were rescued, servants from the Marquis's residence rushed back.

They woke up Wang Changlin, who was fast asleep in the study.

"Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Wang Changlin woke up from his sleep, angrily opened the door, and roared at the servants.

"What's the rush to tell me while I'm asleep?! Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?!"

Since he was placed under house arrest, his temper has become increasingly volatile.

The servant trembled at his shout and didn't know how to speak.

"Speak up! Are you mute? You're such a useless piece of trash! Your voice trembles like this if you raise it even slightly!"

Heaven knows what the servant was even more afraid of was whether the master would kill him after he spoke those words.

The servant stammered as he spoke.

"Master...Master, the...Young Master...he...he..."

Wang Changlin kicked the servant in the chest, saying, "You're truly useless!"

"Young Master, what's wrong? Speak clearly and tell me quickly!"

The servant was kicked two meters away by Wang Changlin. He coughed uncontrollably, frowned, and looked very uncomfortable.

He struggled desperately to his feet, trying to suppress his inner turmoil, and finished speaking.

"The young master was infected by Sirius and fainted in the alchemy room. He has been sent back and is still on his way."

He rode back ahead of Wang Changlin to report.

It felt like a thunderbolt had struck Wang Changlin. Before he could even calm down from his morning grumpiness, the news of Wang Yucong's infection made him panic again.

At this moment, Wang Changlin was both angry and afraid, his mind blank. "What did you say?"

He walked step by step toward the servant who had come to report the news, his eyes flashing with a murderous glint.

The servants moved backward little by little, but the distance they moved was not as great as the steps Wang Changlin took as he walked towards them.

Wang Changlin stepped forward, grabbed the servant by the collar, and like a lion that had lost its mind, frantically tore and shook the servant.

"Are you lying?"

The servants had never seen their master so mad. He waved his hands in denial, his head shaking wildly.

"Sir, I wouldn't dare lie, I..."

Just then, a guard at the gate reported, "Master! The young master has been carried back!"

Wang Changlin's mind seemed to suddenly clear. "Quick! Go get a doctor!"

After saying that, he released the servant whose clothes he had been tightly gripping, and at the same time pushed the person backward forcefully.

Then he straightened up and hurried toward Wang Yucong's courtyard.

The servant, who had been tormented by Wang Changlin for quite some time, collapsed to the ground, still shaken.

"Master was like a completely different person just now, like a madman. I'll never inform him again... Waaah..."

Wang Changlin reacted so strongly to Wang Yucong's infection with Sirius because he was unaware that Sirius disease was curable.

After he was confined to the Marquis's residence, servants came every day to report on the epidemic situation in the city.

But by this time, the news he received was that the number of people in the capital infected with Sirius had exceeded 50,000.

Moreover, the number of infections is still increasing rapidly, and there is no cure; those infected can only wait to die.

The news that Zhou Ruo had given the epidemic-reducing pill to the patients in the western part of the city and cured them after waking up had not yet reached him.

In his mind, he imagined that Wang Yucong had infected Tianlang and returned to the mansion, and that no one in the mansion would be able to escape.

Next, everyone in the Marquis's mansion was infected with the virus, and the entire mansion was wiped out.

Wang Yucong lay on his bed, struggling in pain, while the room was in complete chaos.

The physician examined his pulse and administered acupuncture in an attempt to alleviate his pain.

Servants carried basins of water in and out, while his personal maid wiped the pus from his body.

Everyone was filled with fear, but no one dared to utter a single bad word.

The first maid who brought water into the room was so frightened by the sight of Wang Yucong's body covered in sores that she dropped the basin on the ground.

In a fit of rage, Wang Changlin ordered his men to drag him out and beat him to death.

And issue instructions to everyone,

"If anything happens to the young master, not a single person in this manor will survive!"

The servants all thought the master had gone mad.

Wang Changlin had beaten Wang Yucong before, even nearly killing him, and it took him a long time to recover.

Now, however, he shows such affection for his son, as if he were a split personality.

Even the family physician sighed inwardly, realizing they had entered the wrong household and worshipped the wrong master.

Not long after Wang Yucong was carried back to the Marquis's residence and settled in, his mother, Lady Shen Lingshu, also rushed to see him.

Wang Changlin is ruthless, greedy for money and power.

However, Madam Shen Lingshu was a well-educated, kind-hearted, and tolerant eldest daughter of the Grand Tutor's family.

About five years ago, Shen Lingshu noticed that Wang Changlin seemed to have become a different person.

Obsessed with power and wealth, stubborn and pedantic, and his temper has become increasingly irritable in the past two years.

However, Wang Changlin never dared to lose his temper with Shen Lingshu.

Shen Lingshu had advised Wang Changlin several times to be low-key and content, but Wang Changlin always brushed her off with various excuses.

Later, Shen Lingshu simply chose to ignore the situation and separated from Wang Changlin, choosing to live a solitary life.

Shen Lingshu heard from a servant that Wang Yucong had been infected with the Sirius virus and had been carried back to the mansion.

She had already gone to bed, so she hurriedly got up and rushed to Wang Yucong's room.

When the servants saw the lady arrive, the previously chaotic situation suddenly became orderly.

Wang Changlin's dark red complexion quickly returned to normal upon seeing Shen Lingshu.

He suppressed his rage and greeted Shen Lingshu with feigned gentleness: "Madam, you've arrived."

His smiling lips twitched occasionally.

"Master, do you have any way to deal with Cong'er's condition?"

Although Shen Lingshu was anxious, she remained calm on the surface as always.

Wang Changlin's barely suppressed agitation began to seep out.

"Madam, this Sirius disease is incurable; we can only hope for Cong'er's fate."

Shen Lingshu could not detect the slightest worry in Wang Changlin's tone.

It's like talking about how to deal with a stranger who has contracted the disease.

"What about the manor? What arrangements has the master made?" Shen Lingshu did not show her disappointment.

Wang Changlin had never considered resettling the other residents of the mansion; he stated frankly...

"Cong'er is already in this state, what arrangements should be made for the household?"

It turns out that he was not only cold-hearted to his son, but also didn't treat the rest of the people in the Marquis's mansion as human beings.

Shen Lingshu suppressed the words that were about to burst out, took a deep breath, and said to the housekeeper,

"Steward Liu, take men and seal off Cong'er's courtyard. No one who hasn't been in is allowed to enter."

"Especially Ling'er, keep a close eye on Miss and make sure she stays in her room and doesn't come out!"

Then Shen Lingshu gave some instructions on things to pay attention to, and the servants all got to work.

The previously oppressive atmosphere quietly dissipated, and the servants of the Marquis's mansion finally felt a touch of human warmth.

About half an hour later, another servant came to report.

"Master, Madam, something terrible has happened! More than a dozen of the maids and servants in the manor have fallen ill!"

Wang Changlin was about to roar at his servants, but he swallowed his anger because Shen Lingshu was right next to him.

Seeing that the Marquis remained silent and kept glancing at her sideways, Shen Lingshu noticed that he was not speaking.

She sneered inwardly and then gave orders to the servants.

"Make room in a courtyard for the sick servants and maids to stay in, keeping them separate from the others."

"Have the physician prescribe some more medicine. Brew whatever works and give it to everyone."

Another half hour passed, and a servant rushed in to report.

"Master, Madam, the epidemic situation in the west of the city has eased somewhat!"