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Count Cheng'an residence was currently in an uproar, although thankfully not to the point of panic. The resident doctor was good at treating fevers and megrim, but not so much at physical injuries. The residence steward asked for imperial doctors, but none came, so, cursing in anger, he sent people to call doctors from outside.

When Count Cheng'an was carried back home, everyone in the residence was shocked. Master Count's waist area was full of blood, and the eunuchs sending him home did not say anything. They left in a hurry after a salute, not even taking the time to take a sip of water.

The steward was anxious, angry, and worried, but there was no-one else at the residence who could make decisions apart from the Master himself. He could only ask the few retainers staying at the residence to make arrangements in the residence.

When things were great, everyone was polite and attentive to them, but once they were down, even imperial doctors avoided them. If this was someone else, the steward could still understand, but this was their own master. Hate and resentment inevitably grew in his heart.

"Grandpa steward," a pageboy ran over hurriedly, "The doctor is here!"

"Is it the doctor from Pinghe Hall?"

The pageboy shook his head while panting.

"Didn't I tell you to go to Pinghe Hall?"

"Xiaode was halfway there when Xiaode met people from Jingting residence." The pageboy busily explained, "They heard Master has a problem and they are bringing their doctor here."

* Xiaode = This Little One

The steward was overjoyed. He told the pageboy to lead them to Master's courtyard. The steward felt grateful to Jingting residence; in this critical time, it was Master's future in-laws who he could rely on.

From the beginning of time, 'adding flowers to the brocade' was often done, but 'delivering coal during the snowy days' was rare. At this juncture, Jingting residence was still sending help, openly and in public – this was already much more than others.

T/N – 'adding flowers to the brocade' = adding glory or goodness to something already good, while 'delivering coal during the snowy days' = helping in time of need.

The steward just turned his head and walked a few steps, when someone reported that Fule Junzhu and Shizi were there.

"Quick, quick, invite them in!" The steward recalled this was the first time Fule Junzhu paid a visit.

Thinking of this, he could not just stand. Turning to the caretaker behind him, he said, "Make a great reception, don't let even the slightest problem happen!"

"Yes."

Everyone was in high spirits. Whatever happened today should not be very serious. Master's fiancee was very favoured by His Majesty; with her around, even if Master had somehow made His Majesty angry, His Majesty would not make things too difficult for Master.

As soon as Ban Hua and Ban Heng entered, they received a warm welcome from the people of the residence. Without a care for her hair that was slightly loose from riding, Ban Hua's eyes swept over them, and finally chose a middle-aged man dressed like a steward, "How is your Master?"

"Replying to Junzhu, the doctor is currently treating Master's injury."

"Take me there." Ban Hua started walking. She did not know exactly which courtyard Rong Xia lived in, but the houses of titled families followed a certain standard, so she still knew the general direction.

"Junzhu, please this way." The steward was stunned to find Ban Hua, the guest, acting as if she had been living there. He trotted after her, leading her to Rong Xia's courtyard.

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