strictlysupreme Chapter 528 Back
Chapter 528 Back
"Really?" Seeing that the butler and Ye Zirui were putting on such a good show, Ye Qing'an was not to be outdone, and her face was full of joy.
“Really.” Ye Zirui replied, “The Emperor has also received the news and issued an edict to summon the imperial physicians. Based on the feedback from the military doctors there, we have prepared the necessary medicines in advance, just waiting for Father to return to Wangjing so that he can receive timely treatment.”
"That's good." Ye Qing'an breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. As long as you're not killed, your injuries can heal slowly."
"That's the truth."
Ye Qing'an bid farewell to the steward and Ye Zirui and returned to his own courtyard, where he saw that the servants inside and outside the courtyard were also busy.
"What is this doing?"
Standing to the side, Wei Mama was directing people to scoop up the fallen leaves floating in the small pond outside the courtyard. Upon hearing this, she hurriedly said, "The steward said that the master will be returning to the mansion tomorrow, and he wants us to thoroughly clean the entire mansion, inside and out, today."
After giving a few more instructions, Granny Wei walked over to Ye Qing'an and said, "We're just cleaning up. I took a walk around the mansion just now, and it was quite a lively place."
"The concubines in the mansion are busy ordering new clothes to be made and nourishing delicacies to be prepared. They are putting in all their effort to make a good impression on the master when he returns. I even saw the fourth concubine taking the opportunity to have the fifth young lady recite poems in the courtyard. The poems she was reciting were about filial piety towards her father. She probably wanted to use the fifth young lady to show off in front of the master."
Ye Qing'an chuckled; this scene was not unfamiliar to her.
When her father was still alive, the concubines would use any means to compete for the emperor's favor, so this was nothing more than a trivial trick.
Granny Wei bit her lip and cautiously looked Ye Qing'an up and down: "Miss, would you like to..."
"What do I want?"
Ye Qing'an chuckled: "Does that mean I also have to memorize a poem or prose to suit the occasion, so I can show it off in front of him?"
"No need for that. I just feel that Miss's attitude is a bit too cold. I'm afraid Master won't be happy about it."
Whether he's happy or not is none of my business.
Ye Qing'an raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly: "I don't need to compete for favor. Even if I don't say a word, I think he probably can't ignore me now."
After thinking for a moment, Granny Wei realized what she meant: "That's right, Miss is the Supreme One."
After saying that, Granny Wei became happy again: "Then let them make a fuss, we don't need them."
Ye Qing'an smiled, her gaze falling on Granny Wei's face for a meaningful look before turning away.
Just as the steward had predicted, around noon the next day, the manor received news that Ye Qinghao had been escorted into the city.
Upon receiving the news, Ye Qing'an took Eleven with him to wait at the gate of the Ye residence.
Upon reaching the entrance of the Ye residence, Ye Qing'an couldn't help but pause, her gaze fixed on the area outside the gate.
All the concubines in the mansion arrived early, and just as Granny Wei had said yesterday, they were all dressed in new clothes and looked radiant, except for the third concubine.
Third Aunt was still dressed in plain clothes, her expression serene, as if everything was irrelevant to her.
Ye Qing'an smiled and walked over.
"Greetings to the young lady."
Ye Qing'an responded and stood beside Ye Zirui.
A short while later, several armored men rode out from around the corner.
Behind those people was a large horse-drawn carriage.
Behind the carriage were the soldiers who had come to escort them.
"They're here! They're here!" The concubines behind him immediately became excited.
The group gradually approached and then stopped outside the Ye Mansion.
The butler quickly ordered someone to bring out the prepared wooden wheelchair and hurried to the carriage: "Master."
"Hmm." Ye Qinghao's voice came from inside the carriage, his voice somewhat hoarse.
The steward stepped forward and opened the carriage door.
Ye Qinghao, dressed in a dark robe, sat half-sitting and half-lying in the carriage, his face slightly pale and his appearance thin.
The steward quickly got into the carriage, carried Ye Qinghao down, and placed him in a wheelchair.
"It's windy outside, Father, please come inside quickly." Ye Zirui hurriedly walked to the back of the wheelchair, grasped the armrest, and said, "The Emperor has sent six imperial physicians, who are already waiting in the main courtyard."
"Ah."
The steward oversaw the soldiers escorting Ye Qinghao back, while Ye Zirui lifted Ye Qinghao, wheelchair and all, up the steps.
"Greetings to the master. You have encountered this calamity, but good fortune is sure to follow."
Ye Qinghao frowned, his gaze sweeping over the concubines. His brows furrowed, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes: "What are you doing?"
The concubines, for some unknown reason, had angered Ye Qinghao, and their joy faded, leaving only bewilderment.
Ye Qinghao raised his hand and pointed to the white silk and flowers that were still hanging on the main gate, his smile cold: "The madam has only been gone for a few days, the forty-nine days have not yet passed, and you are all dressed in red and green, are you trying to rebel?"
The concubines' expressions suddenly changed. They were so happy that Ye Qinghao was alright and had returned to the mansion that they completely forgot about this incident.
"I know I was wrong!" The sixth concubine was the first to react and immediately knelt down to beg for forgiveness. The other concubines hurriedly followed suit and knelt on the ground.
"Get out! Get back here and change your clothes and jewelry. If I see you again..." Veins bulged on Ye Qinghao's forehead. He only sneered, his eyes filled with cold light.
"Yes."
Several concubines hurriedly entered the mansion. Ye Qinghao watched their hasty departure, his gaze lingering on the third concubine for a moment.
Perhaps because the other concubines were all dressed up in flamboyant attire, the third concubine's plain clothes made her stand out even more.
In addition, probably because she was not among those reprimanded by Ye Qinghao, although she also apologized and left, she remained calm and composed.
Ye Qing'an followed Ye Qinghao's gaze and looked over, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Ye Qinghao seemed to sense something, looked up at Ye Qing'an, and gripped the armrest of the wheelchair: "Let's go, back to the main courtyard."
"Yes."
As soon as they returned to the main courtyard, the imperial physicians surrounded them.
A hint of displeasure flashed in Ye Qinghao's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
Ye Qinghao knew perfectly well that Yi Yunkui was ostensibly showing concern and claiming to be there to treat him, but in reality, he was only there because he had suspicions about Ye Qinghao's disappearance and wanted to find out if he was really injured and what caused it.
Ye Zirui lowered his head and said, "Let Father lie down on the bed first."
The imperial physicians quickly dispersed, allowing Ye Zirui to move Ye Qinghao to the bed before gathering around him again.
"Your Excellency, the injuries to your internal organs are quite severe. You will probably need to recuperate for a while. During this time, you must not use your spiritual power, cultivate, or gather your qi."
"The injury to your foot is quite serious. The broken bone needs to be carefully set, and then you need to take a bone-setting medicine each time you take it, and then take good care of it. If you take good care of it, you should be able to move around without any problems after half a year."