This title is too perfect, hahaha (a fit of tearful, roaring laughter).

I meant to say, it’s too late for me to have written it wrong, I meant to say it’s too late for me to say that I was originally talking about forty, right? Well, I'll go all in.

Once I've said it, I'll swallow it; it absolutely cannot drop to the floor.

But please be understanding—I can't add more in a single day, I'll add it slowly.

I swear I won't go back on my word!! I!! Am going all in!!! By the way, you can all go to Sina Weibo and light a lamp for me~ Chang Yancheng stepped inside the door. "How was it?" Marquis Dingxi anxiously asked, looking behind him.

Not seeing the figure he hoped for, his face immediately fell. "Useless thing!" "She said she can't cure it," Chang Yuncheng replied.

Marquis Dingxi kicked him. "Pah," he spat. "What do you mean can't cure it? She just refuses to!" "She's not that kind of person!" Chang Yuncheng roared back in a low voice.

The roar only angered Marquis Dingxi more, and he raised his foot to kick again. "What are you yelling about? What right do you have to yell at me!" he fumed. "If it weren't for you and your mother bringing trouble upon yourselves, none of this would have happened today!" The hand hanging by Chang Yuncheng's side clenched into a fist.

The more Marquis Dingxi spoke, the angrier he became.

If not for the trouble caused by him and his mother, where would they be now! If not for their misdeeds, Qi Yueliang would still be his daughter-in-law, Marquis Dingxi's, and all the powerful families in the city would have to show him immense respect! If not for their mistakes, how could this day have come? For every shred of glory Qi Yueliang gained, the Marquis Dingxi Residence suffered an equal measure of humiliation! If not for their actions, how could the Marquis Dingxi Residence have become the laughingstock of the entire city! "It’s all your fault! Marrying the Left and Right Ladies! Falling for those other girls! Now look! Retribution has arrived!" Marquis Dingxi roared his curses. "All their fault? Chang Rong! Do you have no conscience when you speak!" An aged voice drifted in from outside.

Marquis Dingxi and Chang Yuncheng both turned their heads at the sound.

Old Madam Xie, leaning on her cane, hurried in, the young maid supporting her struggling to keep up.

The steward ran alongside. "My Lord, Old Madam Xie has arrived…" he called out.

Nonsense! I’m not blind! Marquis Dingxi glared at the steward. "Mother, why have you come…" Marquis Dingxi said.

Old Madam Xie slammed her cane down. "Another one of my daughters is about to die in your house.

Can I not come to see her last moments?" she gasped. "Mother, slow down." Master Xie followed, his bulk making his breathing even more labored. "Slow down, slow down, and you'll have one less sister!" Old Madam Xie turned and snapped at him.

After speaking, she looked back at Chang Yuncheng, her eyes red-rimmed. "My child…" she cried, reaching out a hand toward Chang Yuncheng.

Chang Yuncheng took her arm. "Maternal Grandmother, please don't worry...

Your health is more important…" he said hoarsely. "What use is this old body of mine! What use!" Old Madam Xie wept loudly. "Why don't they let me die! Why isn't it me dying!" Master Xie was mortified. "Mother, your sister hasn't...

not yet," he quickly urged in a low voice.

Old Madam Xie spat at him. "Sooner or later, the Chang family will be the death of us all!" she shouted.

Memories from the past resurfaced, making Marquis Dingxi’s ears buzz.

Back then, his own mother was still alive; she single-handedly resisted the Xie family members who had almost overturned the Marquis Dingxi Residence.

Now that his mother was gone, would he… would he be torn apart by the Xie family? The ancestors of the Xie family had served the High Ancestor in the campaign, specializing as scouts—the most dangerous, high-tension scouts.

Everyone developed strange habits, such as peeling scalps or eating people… It was rumored that the Xie ancestors would catch Tartars, rip out their hearts, and eat them raw… Marquis Dingxi instinctively took two steps back.

Seeing the instantaneous, desolate look on Marquis Dingxi’s face, Master Xie felt a pang of sympathy.

This brother-in-law was pitifully dense. "Mother, let's go see your sister first.

Old Master An has also gotten out of his carriage," he quickly suggested softly.

Old Madam Xie stopped looking at Marquis Dingxi and tearfully went into the room.

Old Master An examined the pulse, his expression grave. "How could it have become like this…" he murmured, tinged with disbelief. "It was just a common cold causing nasal congestion and shortness of breath, how could it suddenly..." Hearing him say this, and seeing Madam Xie barely breathing now, everyone in the room finally lost hope. "Mei'er ah," Old Madam Xie said, sitting down to weep. "Don't cry, don't cry," Old Master An quickly consoled, looking up at Chang Yuncheng. "Have you asked my master to look at her?" His master? Marquis Dingxi and the others didn't immediately grasp the meaning. "She said she couldn't cure it," Chang Yuncheng replied, knowing exactly who Old Master An was referring to.

It was only then that Marquis Dingxi and the others realized.

Old Master An called her master! Old Master An’s master! She was certainly qualified! Marquis Dingxi felt only bitterness in his mouth. "It’s all because she offended Yue Niang herself; otherwise, we wouldn't be begging for help now," he declared loudly. "She offended?" Old Madam Xie stepped forward, her eyes blazing at Marquis Dingxi. "Chang Rong, even if it was her intention from the start, who filed the memorial?" "I, I only did it because she told me to!" Marquis Dingxi huffed. "She told you?" Old Madam Xie took another step forward. "If she told you to die, would you go and die?" Marquis Dingxi’s face turned pale with fury. "It takes two to tango, Chang Rong.

If you hadn't harbored the thought, could a mere woman stirring up trouble in the back quarters possibly result in an Imperial Edict?" Old Madam Xie slammed her cane. "You were heartless and unjust yourself, you lost face yourself, you brought this disaster upon yourself—why push the blame onto others! Saying that because Zhengmei held a grudge against Qi Yueliang, she can't seek medical help? Ptooey!" She spat as she said this, but thanks to Marquis Dingxi’s constant vigilance, he managed to jump away in time. "If you had treated her like a daughter-in-law, like family, would you have filed that memorial? Chang Rong, no one is a fool.

Everyone knows clearly who is good to whom, who doesn't take whom seriously! Why are you playing the wronged and innocent?" she continued to berate him. "Daughter-in-law, you say? Think hard—did she ever call you Father?" Marquis Dingxi stared, his face white.

Did she ever call him Father? He couldn't help but recall.

She hadn't at first, but later… She had called him! He remembered; it was when he heard his son and daughter-in-law had besieged Wang Tongye's residence and he went to demand an explanation.

At that moment, the woman turned, looked at him, and called out "Father" with bright, shining eyes… When did she stop calling him that? Right, it seemed to be right around the time he learned he was taking the Left and Right Ladies… Marquis Dingxi suddenly felt a sting in his nose.

The image of that woman’s bright eyes flashed before him. "Father," she had called, with a face full of smiles. "Thank you, Father." Thank you, Father… The argument raging between the two nearly coming to blows was making Old Master An dizzy. "No, no, Master isn't that kind of person," he raised his hand and said loudly, stopping them both.

Chang Yuncheng nodded. "She said she couldn't cure it," he repeated.

Hearing this, Old Master An sighed. "Then it truly cannot be cured…" he shook his head. "It can be cured, it can be cured!" An urgent voice came from outside the door, and immediately a person rushed in.

Marquis Dingxi recognized the old man at a glance and was immediately filled with rage.

What Imperial Physician! Does he have any medical ethics? People here were dying, and he was out shopping! How could such an Imperial Physician still be alive in the Emperor's sight! "Maoqing!" Old Master An called out, surprised to see the man running in.

Physician Zhou then saw Old Master An in the room and immediately rushed forward excitedly to pay his respects. "Palace Administrator," he said respectfully. "You're here too," Old Master An nodded.

But this was hardly the time for catching up. "You just said it could be cured?" he asked quickly.

Physician Zhou nodded, his expression agitated. "Palace Administrator, the Madam’s affliction is due to a foreign object lodged in her airway, causing swelling in the throat and obstruction of blood and qi flow," he explained.

Old Master An hadn't yet inquired about the details and thus didn't know the illness stemmed from this cause. "What?" he asked in surprise. "I inquired.

When the Madam first fell ill, she choked while eating a late-night snack.

She felt momentarily suffocated, but it passed after a while.

It was only from then on that she gradually began suffering frequent bouts of breathlessness," Physician Zhou explained, gesturing near his neck. "My conjecture is that there must have been some unswallowed residual matter, perhaps millet or beans, which was initially minute and harmless.

But as it absorbed moisture, it gradually expanded, further blocking the airway until today…" As he spoke, he pointed toward Madam Xie on the couch, who was gasping for air and already turning ashen.

So that was it! Everyone in the room was stunned.

To think that a simple choking incident could lead to such a severe consequence… "This is nothing; the ailments in the world are strange and varied," Old Master An explained to them. "If this had been addressed immediately, I could have used a dumpling or a rice ball to help swallow the foreign object down.

But having been delayed until now, that object must be adhered to the flesh of the airway wall.

Forcibly swallowing it now won't dislodge it and could completely block the remaining passage, leading to immediate death for the Madam," Physician Zhou sighed. "So, I truly have no solution; she is beyond saving." Old Master An nodded; he would be in the same predicament. "However, that’s good news! Yongqing Residence has a doctor skilled in needle and scalpel techniques!" Physician Zhou’s eyes lit up again, and he exclaimed excitedly. "Then there should be a way to retrieve the foreign object." Old Master An was aghast.

Physician Zhou was too excited to stand still, pacing back and forth, recounting how he had spent the entire day outside gathering information about that divine physician's skills—it was more lively than a storyteller’s session. "It was truly spectacular.

If I weren't rushing back to tell you all, I would have missed hearing two more case studies," he clicked his tongue with a trace of regret. "Therefore, to save the Madam, you must go and invite that doctor again," he said meaningfully, looking at Marquis Dingxi.

After listening to half the tale, he naturally understood the divine physician’s background, and the entanglement between the divine physician and the Marquis Dingxi Residence was, of course, a required element of the narrative.

The back-and-forth stories were as captivating as any medical case file! Physician Zhou was quite satisfied with the cost of the tea he’d bought today; such rare gossip would cost ten times the price in the capital. "But she said she couldn't cure it…" Chang Yuncheng said. "That's because she didn't know! You sent her away before even asking for a consultation!" Physician Zhou stamped his foot. "Hurry up! Go now! Explain the cause of the illness clearly, and she will certainly say she can treat it." Hurry, hurry! He might actually witness such divine skill with his own eyes! Physician Zhou was so excited he was slightly short of breath.

From where should one cut? The chest? The neck? He couldn't help but scan Madam Xie’s body with gleaming eyes. "If you find it inconvenient, I will go and speak with her," Old Master An offered. "No need," Chang Yuncheng said, about to step forward. "You don't need to go either," Old Madam Xie reached out and stopped him. "Maternal Grandmother?" Chang Yuncheng looked at her, puzzled. "My daughter, I will go and invite her," Old Madam Xie declared.

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, she hurried out.

Chang Yuncheng paused, his expression complex.

If he went himself, Yue Niang would be in a very difficult position too… Soon, Old Madam Xie returned, her face deathly pale. "She refused?" Marquis Dingxi couldn't help but ask, a hint of schadenfreude coloring his expression.

Serves her right! Who does she think she is? Does Yue Niang owe her any respect! "She's not that kind of person!" Chang Yuncheng roared at Marquis Dingxi again, his expression firm and undeniable.

Marquis Dingxi was startled by the outburst and glared resentfully at Chang Yuncheng, opening his mouth to curse, but seeing Old Madam Xie, he finally bit back. "That's right, Master would not be that kind of person," Old Master An confirmed. "I don't know if she would or wouldn't.

I just didn't see her; she has gone out on a house call," Old Madam Xie stated.

How could it be such a coincidence….

Everyone looked at her, their expressions anxious and complex. "Madam is not doing well!" From inside the room came the heart-wrenching wail of Mama Su.

The courtyard immediately descended into chaos.