The princess was reborn with her cub, and the ninth uncle was killed by the cub in anger.

Seeing that his master was anxious and confused, the housekeeper hurriedly said: "Sir, the miracle doctor said before that the lady will vomit blood again. Isn't this exactly an hour? The miracle doctor is right. Look, the blood that the lady vomits out is black. Yes, it’s different from the blood I vomited before.”

Member Zhao calmed down.

His nervous mood couldn't help but relax a little.

"Ma'am, are you feeling better?"

Zhao Yuanwai held Fan's hand with a worried look on his face.

But Fan looked out the window, his eyes bright.

"This flower smells so good!" She took a deep breath, "Open the window wider."

Member Zhao suddenly wanted to cry.

He could feel that the lady's fingers were gaining strength.

"I'm hungry." Fan suddenly said again.

"Eat? Yes, yes!"

Zhao Yuanwai finally cried with joy.

Because Fan had not eaten for three days, no matter how delicious the prepared food was, she would take one look at it and push it aside, without any appetite at all.

"Hurry and prepare something to eat for Madam!"

The housekeeper suddenly remembered something.

"Master, the miracle doctor said that if Madam wakes up and wants to eat, she can eat some porridge that is easy to digest. She also left some porridge recipes."

He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhao Yuanwai respectfully.

Zhao Yuanwai unexpectedly picked it up.

"Just follow the porridge recipe above and have a portion of each."

When the cooked porridge was delivered, Mrs. Fan actually ate less than half of the bowl, then closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, her face was already a little rosy and her complexion was much better.

Zhao Yuanwai went to thank Gu Nanqiao in person.

He also presented a thousand taels of silver with both hands and respectfully sent the mother and son out to board the carriage and leave.

On the way back, they were almost knocked over by a speeding carriage.

Fortunately, the coachman escaped in time.

Dabao and Xiaobao were almost thrown out of the carriage.

Gu Nanqiao held the children's arms tightly, her face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

But before she could ask any questions, there was a scolding from outside.

"Which bastard is blocking my way! Get out!"

The voice was high-spirited.

Then, Gu Nanqiao's coachman was pulled out of the carriage and beaten with a whip until he rolled on the ground.

There are many people in the street market.

But when I saw people being beaten openly, no one came out to stop them.

How could Dabao bear this? He broke away from Gu Nanqiao and jumped off the carriage.

"Who asked you to hit people!"

Her little face turned red with anger, and her eyebrows stood up.

The one who beat the person was a servant. When he saw Dabao, he didn't pay attention to her at all.

He continued to beat the coachman.

Dabao rushed over and reached out his hand to grab the tip of the whip.

The servant felt a strong force coming and could no longer hold on to the whip.

The next moment, Dabao snatched the whip and whipped Jia Ding hard on the face.

"Ow!"

The servant suddenly let out a miserable howl.

"What happened?"

The curtain on the opposite side of the car was lifted, and a young man stepped out.

The young master was handsome, but his eyes had a frivolous look. When he saw a four or five-year-old girl whipping his servant, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death!"

The young master raised his hand, and the riding whip flew up and wrapped around Dabao's wrist.

His hand shook again, and Dabao couldn't help but fly up and land next to him.

The young man's hand squeezed Dabao.

Then a clear voice was heard:

"Let her go."

Following the sound, Gu Nanqiao rushed out and glared at the young master.