After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Chapter 143 Mutual support and mutual restraint

Zheng Jihua stood there, stunned, watching the direction the man had left in. He got up and chased after him. But in that instant, he clearly saw the man's back, but when he caught up, he found the alley was completely deserted.

He walked back and looked at the spot where the old man had been.

Nothing is left.

"Mutual generation and mutual restraint".

Zheng Jihua repeated those four words.

But Zheng Jihua believed in one of those things: that he and Ning'er would rise to high positions, and that he would push his daughter, Zheng Jihua, to that position.

Inside the Zheng courtyard, Yan Yun looked at the chicken leg wrapped in oil paper, still feeling somewhat apprehensive. Last time, it was because he was greedy that something bad happened.

Now, I don't even dare to eat those shiny, greasy chicken legs.

Why would Nan Yunjing send him chicken legs again?

Yan Yun looked at the white eagle on the window to the side.

Can we have White Eagle deliver it?

Yan Yun looked at the chicken leg but still didn't dare to eat it. However, it smelled good, and she really wanted to try it.

Yan Yun hung the large chicken leg aside and didn't touch it again. She got up and went to Qing'er's room.

Because Lu Lan disrupted things, we haven't seen Qing'er yet.

The maidservant standing by said, "The doctor has already applied the medicine, but it depends on whether she can pull through."

Just like Ru Qing before.

There's no warmth or affection to be found in the Zheng family mansion.

Just as Yan Yun was worried about what to do with Qing'er...

The maidservant beside her said to Yan Yun, "Miss, don't worry, I'll take care of Sister Qing'er."

Yan Yun turned to look at the person who spoke and immediately recognized her.

The girl I rescued from the concubine's courtyard was named Mo'er.

Mo'er lowered her head and said, "Sister Qing'er will be fine, Miss, you don't need to worry too much."

Yan Yun looked at her and waved to her.

Mo'er immediately stepped forward and followed Yan Yun.

Yan Yun led her back to the house and placed some silver he had been saving into her hand.

When Mo'er saw the silver, she felt it was like a hot potato and didn't dare to take it.

She said in a flustered tone, "Miss, I absolutely dare not accept the money."

Without money, the mansion would be unable to move an inch, a fact that Yan Yun knew better than anyone.

"Take it. Go buy some medicine for Qing'er. She won't make it through without it."

Mo'er looked at Yan Yun with some surprise, probably because she was also surprised by Yan Yun's sudden words.

However, she wasn't too surprised. She immediately lowered her head and said, "The Madam's room knows about the money in Miss's courtyard. If it's less, we can't afford it."

It's natural that she's afraid.

Yan Yun insisted on giving it to her.

"Can't I even ask you to have it if I ask?"

Why do these girls have to make things so complicated?

"If you take good care of Qing'er, I will help you get your indenture back."

Although she herself decided to stay at Zhengyuan Hospital, she believed that "one should always think about one's own future."

When Mo'er heard her mistress say this to her, a variety of emotions appeared on her face.

Her face is now so badly disfigured that even if it heals, it will be left with horrific scars.

She raised her hand to cover her face, lowered her head, and said to Yan Yun with a wry smile, "Miss is quite good to Qing'er."

Yan Yun naturally understood her thoughts.

But I often see stones peeking into the yard, which is probably because of Mo'er that I pay attention to them.

"You also have people like that around you. Don't let your immediate concerns blind you to the people around you."

After all, there are still more options.

Mo'er ignored what Yan Yun said and left with the silver he gave her.

Zheng Jihua returned home at night.

Then a maid came over and told Zheng Jihua something that made her happy.

Although Yan Yun was injured, the atmosphere in his residence remained tense.

But the maids brought news that "Miss spoke today, and not only Madam Lan heard it, but the maids in the mansion also heard it."

Zheng Jihua had originally wanted to have a sip of warm tea to soothe her throat, but after hearing the maid's message, the teacup fell to the ground and shattered with a crash.

Zheng Jihua looked at the maid.

"what are you saying?"

The maids immediately repeated their report, "Miss has spoken."

Zheng Jihua immediately rushed into Yan Yun's room.

Along the way, Zheng Jihua also recalled what the miracle doctor had once said.

The young lady doesn't need his treatment; she will speak one day when she wants to.

Is today that day?

Before Zheng Jihua even reached the courtyard, he saw Yan Yun in the distance and immediately ran over.

He shouted happily, "Ning'er, Father is back!"

Yan Yun merely gave him a cold look before returning to his room.

Zheng Jihua followed her in, happily grabbed her arm, and said to her, "Ning'er, what did you say today? Father came back too late and didn't hear it. Ning'er, can you call out to Father so I can hear it?"

The joy in Zheng Jihua's eyes was undeniable, but the happier he was, the less Yan Yun would let him have his way. No matter how many times he asked, Yan Yun never said a word.

Even the maids standing nearby were sweating profusely. They had clearly heard their young mistress speak, so why was she not saying anything to the master?

The maids were getting anxious.

Zheng Jihua, contrary to his usual behavior, was simply happy. Even if Yan Yun didn't say anything, he was still happy.

As long as someone in the manor can hear Ning'er speak, then Zheng Jihua's daughter is a complete person, and that alone makes him happy enough.

"All the maids in the manor, go and collect your reward, two taels of silver each."

The maids standing nearby, their gloom dispelled, all knelt down to express their gratitude to Zheng Jihua and Yan Yun.

"Thank you, Miss."

Yan Yun broke free from Zheng Jihua's hand and went back to the room to lie down.

As Zheng Jihua looked at Yan Yun's face, the old man's words suddenly came to mind.

“If she calls you ‘father,’ your lifespan will also be shortened by one day.”

I don't know why Zheng Jihua thought of that sentence.

But he didn't care.

If Ning'er is willing to call out, what does it matter if he lives one less day?

But if you don't want to call out, there's nothing you can do about it.

Zheng Jihua looked at the servant beside her and said, "Go and tell the old lady this news, and also tell the madam so that she knows as well."

Because Yan Yun spoke up, Zheng Yuan immediately decorated the house with lanterns and streamers. Zheng Jihua not only gave rewards to all the maids and servants in the mansion, but also ordered a grand banquet to be held. Although no one else offered their congratulations, the mansion was still very lively.

Lu Lan heard a lively commotion outside her courtyard and sent her maid out to inquire.

The maids came back and said that the master had returned. Lu Lan originally wanted to go with him to find Zheng Jihua, but she was worried that Zheng Ning'er would go and tell Zheng Jihua what she had said before her.

The maid stood aside and explained in detail, "It's because Miss spoke up that the master is now holding a banquet at the mansion, and all the maids and servants can sit at the table to celebrate."

It's unheard of anywhere to have maids and servants celebrate together.

Lu Lan asked the maid, "Is your news true?"

The maid nodded.

"The people in the other courtyards are saying the same thing. Just now, the nanny next to Madam also came to tell you, Madam Lan, to go out as well, saying that it was ordered by the master."

"Is there anything else to say?"

The maid thought for a moment and shook her head. Upon hearing this, Lu Lan clenched her fist and slammed it on the table.

She couldn't tell whether tonight's invitation was a good thing or a bad thing.

The master didn't send a servant to invite him personally; instead, he sent the woman's maidservant to deliver the message.

Did Yan Yun whisper something in her ear?

Lu Lan felt uneasy. She thought of the wine she had drunk last night. She shouldn't have drunk that wine. If she hadn't drunk it, she wouldn't have run up to Zheng Ning'er and said those things.

The maids noticed that Lu Lan seemed hesitant.

"Madam, would you like us to do your makeup?"

Lu Lan glared at them fiercely and scolded them in an unfriendly tone, "Aren't you the ones in a hurry to leave?"

The maids immediately lowered their heads. "Madam, of course we wouldn't dare, but on such a day, we also want you to look your best. If the master sees you dressed up beautifully, he will naturally love you even more."

Lu Lan sneered, not believing what they were saying.

She chose not to go.

If Zheng Ning'er has already complained to Zheng Jihua, then even if I don't go, he will come looking for me.

Now, the only way to avoid this is to stage a self-inflicted injury.

Lu Lan looked at the girl who had come with her.

"Come here."

The maid came over, and Lu Lan whispered something in her ear.

The maid immediately opened her eyes wide.

Lu Lan asked her, "Do you understand what I mean?"

The maidservant immediately nodded, "This servant understands what Madam means."

Lu Lan did not attend the banquet.

Because Yan Yun's facial injuries hadn't healed, she didn't appear either.

Zheng Jihua invited everyone from his household to come and have a meal together, while looking at Lu Lan, who was absent.

Zheng Jihua was well aware of all the sacrifices she had made recently, all for her and Ning'er's sake. Since he couldn't see her, he asked her again.

Why didn't Madam Lan come?

The maids replied, "Madam Lan sent someone to say that he has caught a cold and cannot get out of bed."

After hearing this, the concubine gave a cold laugh.

"She is clearly the daughter of a general, yet her body is so frail that she cannot even get up in the cold."

Zheng Jihua listened to her words.

I'm not happy about it.

After all, they were all people from his own household.

Since the two of them are serving him at the same time, it should be even more harmonious.

But what the concubine just said was clearly meant to stir up trouble.

Zheng Jihua looked at his concubine and questioned her, "How could you say such things?"

Zheng Jihua didn't care whether there were other maids and servants around. He directly criticized his concubine for gossiping about Lu Lan.

The concubine was stunned. After all, this was not the first time. Zheng Jihua was still behaving as before, when she was still a maid in the mansion, scolding her in the same undignified manner.

The concubine felt resentful, but she still forced a smile. She looked at Zheng Jihua and forced a smile through her teeth.

"I spoke too impulsively, and my husband is angry. I will definitely not say these things again in the future."

Zheng Jihua glanced at her, his eyes sharp as knives. Compared to Lu Lan, Zheng Jihua felt that he could no longer find the concubine pleasing.

He looked at the old lady beside him; the two of them hadn't spoken yet because of Zhu Mama's matter.

He invited her over, and the old lady thought she couldn't hurt her son's pride, but that didn't mean she would tolerate what Zheng Jihua was going to do to her.

She naturally wouldn't return to Changgu City; she would stay in this mansion.

It's a good thing that Ning'er isn't mute, but the old lady still feels that women are different from men, and Zheng Jihua still needs to raise a man as the true heir of the Zheng family.

The old lady looked at the concubine, who felt as if she were being pricked by a needle.

Useless things.

It all depends on whether Lu Lan can get pregnant soon.

While the front yard was bustling with activity, Yan Yun went to Qing'er's room. Seeing Qing'er's back looking like it was rotting, she was also worried.

Qing'er can't stay prone for too long, or she'll die from breathing difficulties.

Yan Yun had seen elderly nannies die in this way.

The maids and Mo'er were the same.

Although he said he would take care of Qing'er, he didn't actually do anything.

Seeing that Qing'er's face was already red and swollen, Yan Yun was really worried and had to do it herself. She lifted Qing'er's arm and tried to turn Qing'er over.

Jingyue's figure appeared from the side.

"I thought you had gone somewhere. I haven't seen you for so long. Now, it's really as difficult as climbing to heaven to see you."

Yan Yun saw the surprise on his face turn into delight.

Jingyue jumped in through the window, and I could vaguely see the scars on her face.

He immediately reached out and pinched her face.

"How did you get injured like this?"

Hearing the worry in his voice, Yan Yun thought he had misheard, and the way he was pinching his face made Yan Yun feel uncomfortable.

Yan Yun didn't even know who the person in front of her was, and his physical advances were unacceptable to her.

She gently pushed Jingyue's hand away.

They downplayed their injuries as well.

"It's just a minor injury."

Hearing Yan Yun's casual remark.

Jing said that a woman's appearance is naturally the most important thing. What if she is left with scars in the future?

Yan Yun, however, did not care at all.

If it leaves scars, then so be it.

She doesn't survive in this world based on her physical appearance either.

Jing Yue became even more annoyed by her fluent answers.

"I've taught you so much, but you haven't learned a single thing about self-defense."

Yan Yun did indeed learn a lot; he mastered the art of scaling walls and leaping across rooftops without making a sound.

However, since he encountered someone as upright and honest as Granny Zhu, he was also unable to escape.

Yan Yun, still holding Qing'er's arm, looked at Jing Yue and arranged for him to help him.

"Could you please help me support Qing'er's arm? I need to help her up."

Jingyue glanced at the back of the person on the bed, which was covered in blood and gore, and looked like he was only barely clinging to life.

Jing Yue examined it carefully and asked Yan Yun, "Did you feed her the pill I gave you before?"

Yan Yun looked at him, "How did you know?"

He naturally knew about those rare elixirs.

If Yan Yun hadn't fed her, this girl wouldn't have lasted this long.

What he didn't expect was that Yan Yun would actually be willing to give it to a maid.

He shook his head.

"Since it's already been given to you, you can give it to whomever you want."

Jingyue stepped forward, covered his hand with his sleeve, and used the other hand of Qing'er to help her turn over to her side.

Yan Yun looked at her flushed face, which had barely regained some of its normal color.

Jingyue saw Qing'er's condition clearly.

He told Yan Yun that if things continued this way, he would only be delaying his death by a few days, and in the end, he would still be unable to escape death.

Yan Yun said that he had already thought of a way, and that all they had to do was get through today.

After tonight, Yan Yun will personally send Qing'er away, so all you have to do is get through tonight.

Hearing Yan Yun's confident tone...

Jingyue told her that Qing'er needed someone to take care of her, and then he looked at Yan Yun's face.

She's clearly a rich young lady, yet she ended up with such injuries; it's truly puzzling to see.