Chapter 117 Various Troubles

She had important things to do today, so she had to go out.

For no other reason, she wanted to take her eldest sister-in-law Liu, her nephew Ping'er, and her eighth sister Xue Niang to see how the General's Mansion was being repaired.

So, while she went back to her room to tidy up, she asked someone to invite them.

After an incense stick, the four of them left the Duke's Mansion happily, without noticing the current desolation of the North Garden.

Since the fifth room was cleared out, the people in the third room have been much more disciplined.

They knew a little about Madam Wei's methods in the past, and always felt that it was the face of a relative, so she didn't dare to restrict the third room too much.

Now, even a fool can see that keeping them here is just to disgust the East Garden.

If they really threaten Madam Wei, they will be uprooted.

I'm afraid that their fate will be worse than that of the fifth room, so the people in the third room want to leave.

But where should they go after leaving?

Everyone in the room was in a gloomy mood. Even Shang Erlang, who usually loved to sleep with prostitutes, drink and gamble outside, stayed at home obediently today and did not dare to go out.

After a long while, Shang Sanlang spoke.

"Or, let's move to the house in Guihua Lane. Anyway, it was left to our third room by our great grandfather. Although it is a little small, it is better than staying here and being controlled by others."

Although he said so, no one except Sanlang's wife seemed willing.

The reason is simple. Moving is not a difficult thing.

But how to live on your own is troublesome.

After all, the shop deeds that the third room had once divided have been spent or sold for money over the years, and there are not many left.

What can be left is the coffin money of the third old master and the third old lady.

Asking them to take out those things, one is unwilling, and the other is that it is a drop in the bucket and it will not help.

We can't just live on Erlang's wife's dowry, so everyone is silent.

Seeing that no one responded to her husband's proposal, Sanlang's wife sighed, pulled Sanlang's sleeve, and signaled him to stop talking.

Anyway, talking too much is useless and easy to annoy people.

Seeing this, Erlang's wife had an idea in her mind.

Instead of being tied together with such a large family, it is better to separate and live alone.

She has the support of her mother's family, and she also has a shop that can make money.

There is no problem in supporting three sons.

But if there is such a large group of people, it is hard to say.

Sure enough, it is beneficial when you gather together, and it is also beneficial when you disperse.

It's just that such words are not easy to say from her mouth now, otherwise if outsiders know about it, they will definitely make up all kinds of unfilial things.

After all, grandparents, father-in-law and mother-in-law are all there.

No matter how hard they talk, they can't find any good excuses.

So, they fell into a pool of stagnant water again.

"If you want to move, you two can move by yourselves. I have lived in this Duke's Mansion for most of my life. Now I am buried up to my neck in the dirt. I don't want to go out and make trouble."

It was the third old master who spoke, with a helpless stubbornness in his tone.

Even though he knew he was not welcome here, he was still unwilling to move out.

There were only two reasons.

One was that he didn't want to be "driven" out of the mansion when he was old, like the fifth room, and become a dog without a home.

The second was that he also wanted to enjoy more honors after his death.

If he stayed in the Duke's Mansion, he could still get some dignity. If he moved out, I'm afraid he would only have a green lamp and a thin coffin.

He didn't want to.

Seeing this, Shang Sanlang had to give up and no longer mentioned moving out.

Compared to their depression and troubles, the West Garden was no less depressed.

Since Shang Zhihe's leg was broken by the prince of Fu, no one in this yard has ever smiled.

Prince Fu and his wife sent a large amount of medicinal materials here, but it couldn't relieve their pain.

On the day of the banquet, after sending Princess Yuehua away, Madam Wei took Princess Fu to the West Garden.

When she saw Shang Zhi and Douzi sweating, her heart was like sand, grinding hard.

Since giving birth to her son, Aunt Shang has not been pregnant again.

In these years, there have been illegitimate sons and daughters born in Prince Fu's mansion, but none of them have been raised.

So there is only one child in the whole mansion, Prince Fu, so naturally Prince Fu and his wife are very protective of him.

Although they apologized, they were unwilling to let their son pay any price for this.

Therefore, Silang's wife was so angry that she gnashed her teeth, but there was no one in the room who could make a decision for her and her son.

She suddenly felt isolated and helpless.

Especially the imperial doctor came to take a closer look and said that he could cure the legs and feet so that they would not look lame, but this was only when walking.

If you want to ride a horse, shoot arrows, run, jump, chase, etc., you won't be able to do it in the future.

This is equivalent to blocking half of Shang Zhihe's future. How can this not make Silang's wife die?

And the whole Xiyuan is also very sad.

Especially Mrs. Wei, on the left is the painful wailing of her grandson, the gnashing of teeth of her daughter-in-law, and on the right is the sincere apology of her daughter and son-in-law, but it is useless.

Such torture from both ends, plus the fatigue accumulated from preparing for the birthday banquet, made her fall ill all of a sudden.

She didn't have any headaches before, but now she has severe headaches every day.

She drank bowl after bowl of tranquilizers, but it didn't help much.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she was filled with the wailing of her grandson and the ruined future, and she didn't sleep well at all.

After just a few days of tossing and turning, the person has become pale and looks much older. Now he looks like a person in his fifties.

"Madam, take the medicine."

Madam Jiao whispered in Madam Wei's ear, with worry and heartache in her eyes.

At this point, no one's heart would be more painful than Madam Wei.

The Duke's temper is so fussy that he only says he is sad. Now he hides in the study every day and refuses to go out to manage things.

So the huge burden is still on Madam Wei.

Madam Wei coughed twice and felt dizzy when she got up from the bed.

If she hadn't supported Madam Jiao next to her, she might not have been able to get up.

But no matter how difficult it is, you have to take the medicine, otherwise if you can't take good care of your body, how can you deal with these things in the future.

Madam Wei was clear in her heart, so she took the medicine in one go.

She waited until the medicine bowl was empty before she gasped for air in an attempt to soothe her cough.

Madam Jiao used her hands to help her breathe in and out, saying as she did so.

"Madam, don't worry. This disease is just a temporary breathing disorder. It will be cured after taking medicine for a few days."

After hearing this, Madam Wei also smiled bitterly.

"My disease will be cured naturally, but He'er's legs will be like this for the rest of his life. I am unwilling to accept this."

It was obvious that the grandson she had cultivated with all her heart was much better than Shang Zhiping next door.

But she didn't expect that she would be defeated by her grandson.