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Jeng Ruyue had no children, and she and her husband always treated the two sons of Boss’s family as if they were their own. Especially Jeng Ruyue, who had none of that sister-in-law discord found in other families, nor was there any disdain towards the children of her sisters-in-law.

The news that Lady Liu had given birth to a son had already spread throughout the village.

At first, there were those who watched on with excitement, saying that this son would surely die within three days, just like the last one.

To their surprise, the child stayed healthy until his one-month celebration.

Among those most disappointed was Li Feng’e from the old residence.

On the day the child was born, she had vehemently cursed that the baby wouldn’t live for more than a few days.

Little did she expect, not only did the child survive, but he was also quite sturdy.

People who had come to see commented on how handsome the child was, which immediately displeased her.

After all, how could you tell if such a small child was handsome or not.

Not only that, but after Li Feng’e had cursed Lady Liu’s child, her own two sons had accidents.

First, Lin Yongxi fell off the kang bed, injuring his forehead with a large, eggplant-colored bump.

Misfortunes never come singly, for before he had recovered, Lin Yonghe found himself tumbling into a large basin for washing clothes.

Now the weather was no longer as it had been; winter was approaching, and such a small child falling into cold water, soaking wet, was bound to fall ill.

That very night, Lin Yonghe developed a high fever.

In a frantic rush, Li Feng’e grabbed her son and headed for Zhuma Town.

However, it was difficult to find a doctor willing to see a patient in the middle of the night.

The couple ran desperately all over the town with their child.

Eventually, it was through a relative of Li Feng’e’s maternal aunt that they found a doctor to have a look.

Although their son was all right now, Mr. and Mrs. Li had really learned their lesson and kept quiet for a while. They weren’t even in the mood to cause trouble during the one-month celebration and spent all day holding their two sons, unwilling to leave them alone even to use the restroom.

With Lady Ma taking care of her simple-minded son Lincoln Yongle, and Li Feng’e safeguarding her own two sons, Lady Yang found an opportunity.

On the day of the one-month celebration, she secretly came over, yet she didn’t dare to come too close.

She watched from a distance as the people of the village merrily ate and drank, hiding in a corner and enduring the cold breeze for a long time.

As she was about to head home, she saw Mr. and Mrs. Liu come out with a baby wrapped in a little blue blanket to thank everyone.

Lady Yang was shocked to discover that Lin Jiaxin was able to stand and walk, though not very smoothly, it was clear that he was on his way to recovery.

Lady Liu, too, looked different after all this time; her face was fairer and plumper, and she now embodied the image of an affluent lady, a stark contrast to the former, meek and frail Lady Liu—it was as if they were two different people.

However, these were not the reasons for her visit; she wanted to see her little grandson. But the child was too small to make out any features, and because it was cold, he wore a bright red little hat that covered his entire face with the blanket.

Standing on tiptoe, Lady Yang tried to get a good look but could only hear the praises of the crowd. Eventually, she could only watch as Lady Liu was escorted back to her room by the surrounding guests. Sighing absently, she hunched her back, looking dejected as she headed home.

Amidst the desolate autumn breeze, she wore a half-cotton jacket and felt chilled to the bone.

The one-month celebration was very well arranged, but unexpectedly, someone came back to join the excitement—the Chen Zhu who had gone out to take the imperial examinations had returned.

While everyone was eating and drinking, suddenly a horse-drawn carriage appeared, heading toward them. The carriage, made of huanghuali wood, was not as extravagant as Lin Yuan’s, but it still signified great luxury in Zhuma Town.