The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"Because I invited Madam Fang on behalf of my eldest sister." Xue Zhiyi said.

"You mean, Madam Fang, the famous gynecologist in Huajing?"

Xue Ruoyu was inevitably surprised: "But I heard that Madam Fang is very difficult to invite. No matter the status of the patient, she must be invited several months in advance."

That's true, but Xue Zhiyi has memories of her past life. She knew that Xue Ruoyu would be pregnant, so she had already sent an invitation to Madam Fang several months in advance. This was just the right excuse to delay Xue Ruoyu.

But she naturally wouldn't tell Xue Ruoyu the real reason, and only said: "Maybe Madam Fang doesn't have many patients recently, so she just happens to have some free time."

While they were waiting for Madam Fang, Xue Zhiyi suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Su Yue, "Go and get the pillow jade I prepared."

"Third sister, what is Anzhenyu?" Xue Runing asked her in a low voice.

Xue Zhiyi explained, "I went to the temple to ask for it a few days ago. I asked the master in the temple to consecrate the jade pendant. I asked the elders who have both sons and daughters to sew four jade pillows on the four corners of the quilt. They will help to stabilize the pregnancy and calm the mind."

Xue Ruoyu covered her mouth and laughed: "You are still young and haven't even married yet, but you know all about these childbirth matters. It's Madam Fang, An Zhenyu, and even Qiuyun was sent to my room. It seems that I don't care."

Hearing this, Xue Zhiyi just snorted: "Why are you making fun of me, elder sister? This is my little nephew, I must take good care of him."

Xue Ruoyu smiled and pinched Xue Zhiyi's nose: "But speaking of it, the only ones who meet this condition are A Niang and Aunt Rong."

At this point, Xue Zhiyi was a little unhappy: "Aunt Rong will definitely not come."

As she was speaking, Su Yue had already come forward with the pillow jade.

In the exquisite box, there were four pieces of translucent white mutton-fat jade with holes punched in them. The jade was carved with the image of Guanyin, the Goddess of Childbirth, which looked particularly exquisite.

Just as Xue Ruoyu was about to reach out to take it, Xue Zhiyi stopped her: "Don't touch it, elder sister. The An Zhenyu has been blessed. Before it is sewn, it cannot be touched by anyone."

Xue Ruoyu retracted her hand and said, "Suxin, please send the jade to Anxianju for my mother. I will wait for Madam Fang to see the doctor before returning to Wanxiangtang."

……

Live in peace.

After listening to Su Xin's explanation, Fu Ling nodded and let Mother Xing take over An Zhenyu.

Naturally, she was willing to do anything that would help Xue Ruoyu's pregnancy. Moreover, it was brought by Su Xin, so she naturally thought it was Xue Ruoyu's idea.

So he set off immediately.

On the way to Wanxiangtang, I learned from Suxin that Xue Ruoyu was not in Wanxiangtang, but had gone to Jiangxuexuan and would not be back for a while.

She felt a little uneasy... but they were almost at Wanxiang Hall, so she thought about sewing the pillow first.

……

Madam Fang examined Xue Ruoyu and found that her pregnancy was fine and there was nothing unusual.

Xue Zhiyi felt relieved and thought to herself that it was a good thing, otherwise she would not dare to do the next thing.

After finishing the consultation, it was time for Xue Ruoyu to return to Wanxiang Hall.

Xue Zhiyi insisted on going with her, and seeing this, Xue Runing went with them as well.

When they arrived at Wanxiang Hall, Su Xin said, "Miss, Madam has been here for a while and is now in the main room."

Outside the main house, Xue Ruoyu glanced at Xue Zhiyi and said, "Zhiyi, my mother was just anxious last time. When we meet later, don't get angry with her anymore."

Since the last slap, Xue Zhiyi and Fu Ling have not met each other again, and Xue Ruoyu has been trying her best to reconcile their relationship.

Hearing this, Xue Zhiyi just smiled slowly. The afternoon sun was a little dazzling, and Xue Ruoyu couldn't see the look in her eyes. She just shook her head and said, "Mother and daughter don't hold grudges overnight. I don't mean to be angry with my mother."

Only after getting this answer did Xue Ruoyu feel relieved.

When Su Xin pushed open the door, she felt a warmth mixed with the sweet fragrance of silver charcoal.

Suddenly, Su Xin, who was walking in front, seemed to see something. She widened her eyes and screamed, "Madam!"

I saw two figures fainted on the ground beside the bed, they seemed to be... Fu Ling and Mother Xing!

"What's wrong!?"

Xue Ruoyu's heart tightened and she was about to rush in, but was held back tightly by Xue Zhiyi.

Xue Zhiyi immediately ordered: "Suxin, have someone carry A Niang and Xing Mama to the side room!"

So several maids hurriedly ran into the house, but Xue Zhiyi noticed Jinju in the crowd. She took advantage of the chaos in Wanxiang Hall and tried to quietly open the window like a guilty thief.

But suddenly.

"Kumquat!" Xue Zhiyi's voice made her freeze.

She turned around with a pale face and looked at Xue Zhiyi who was standing outside the door.

But Xue Zhiyi seemed oblivious to her little action and just said, "Jinju, don't just stand there, go get the doctor!"

Jinju nodded quickly and ran out the door.

Looking at Xue Ruoyu who was frightened beside him, Xue Zhiyi felt guilty: I'm sorry, elder sister, I had no choice but to do this.

Fortunately, Fu Ling did not stay in the house filled with charcoal gas for too long. After she was helped out of the door, she woke up quickly and vomited continuously due to the discomfort.

"Mom, are you okay?" Xue Zhiyi came forward, his face full of worry.

At this moment, Fu Ling had lost all his composure and felt weak all over. Although it was autumn, he was sweating profusely.

One of the busy maids suddenly shouted, "What's going on? Who shut the window?"

Everyone was moved to the side room. Soon, the doctor came and took their pulses. As expected, Fu Ling and Mother Xing had inhaled too much carbon monoxide.

"Charcoal gas is colorless and odorless, and it can poison people without them even noticing. If you stay in this room for a few hours, you might even lose your life."

"Doctor, is my mother seriously ill?" Xue Zhiyi asked hurriedly.

The doctor said, "Don't worry, young lady. Fortunately, Mrs. Xue didn't inhale too much. She only needs to take a dose of medicine and rest for a day or two, and she will be cured."

it's a pity.

She said, "Then I feel relieved."

Xue Zhiyi asked the doctor to confirm that Xue Ruoyu was fine before sending him away.

At this moment, Fu Ling finally recovered.

When something like this happens, naturally someone has to be held accountable.

Xue Zhiyi also instigated: "Mom, if it weren't for you today, I'm afraid it would be my eldest sister who got into trouble. You must not let the instigator go."

Glancing at Xue Zhiyi who was filled with righteous indignation, Fu Ling felt that this face was becoming more and more annoying day by day.

But it is true.

Then the servants of Wanxiang Hall knelt on the ground whimpering.

Fu Ling's face turned cold. She glanced at the servants in the room and said coldly, "Whoever is on duty in the room today, stand up!"

The servants looked at each other, and three little maids came out tremblingly, but none of them was Jinju.

The three of them kowtowed and said, "Madam, please spare us! Madam, please spare us!"

Supporting her uncomfortable body, Fu Ling took a deep breath. She had always been the most calm and gentle mistress of the house, and even now, she would not behave in a harsh manner.

Suppressing her temper, she rebuked: "Your momentary negligence almost cost me and the young lady our lives. How can I forgive you so easily?"

One of the maids bravely said, "Madam, we know that the eldest lady will go to Jiangxuexuan in the afternoon, and the son-in-law is not in the courtyard. We don't know when they will come back, so we didn't extinguish the charcoal fire. That's why we deliberately left a window open. We remember it clearly! Maybe... maybe it was blown by the wind..."

"impossible."

Unexpectedly, Xue Zhiyi suddenly spoke, her expression serious: "The window was clearly bolted just now. If it was the wind that blew it, how could the lattice window be bolted as well?"

It was Su Xin who opened the window at that time. She quickly said, "Madam, the window was indeed bolted at that time."

"Kumjue." Xue Zhiyi called Kumjue again unexpectedly.

Jin Ju, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, almost trembled all over: "Third... Third Miss."

"I saw you run straight to the window as soon as you entered the room, and you saw that the latch was fastened, didn't you?"

When asking this question, Xue Zhiyi's expression was normal and his tone was gentle.

But for Jinju, it was like being struck by lightning.