Chapter 111: A Plea for Help

"Qiuluo, that's enough."

Seeing that she had vented enough of her anger, Cheng Old Madam called out.

Cheng Qiuluo unwillingly released Chen Ying's collar and said indignantly.

"Grandmother! If it weren't for…"

If it weren't for the Immortal, the one whose life would be hanging by a thread right now, struck by the illness, would be Yu'an.

She didn't finish the rest of her words, only shot Chen Ying a fierce glare.

Chen Ying, his face red and swollen, knelt in remorse before Cheng Old Madam, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Old Madam, I was confused for a moment—it's all my fault. You may hit me or scold me however you wish, but Yi Jiang is innocent."

Yu'an, who had just reached the doorway, happened to overhear those words.

His little body instantly stiffened.

Uncle Chen actually wanted to harm him?

Why?

He was clearly so well-behaved, so obedient, and could even help everyone out.

The little fellow grew more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it.

Cheng Old Madam noticed her great-grandson at the door and beckoned to him.

"Yu'an, come here."

The little fellow blinked his moist eyes and dispersed the tears gathering in them.

Yu'an is a little man—he can't shed tears!

Yu'an walked over to his great-grandmother, his big round eyes fixed on Chen Ying. He wrinkled his little nose and said nothing.

Hmph!

This person wanted to hurt him—Yu'an was so angry, he didn't want to call him Uncle Chen anymore!

He doesn't like Yu'an, so Yu'an won't pay him any attention either!

Cheng Old Madam rubbed his little head, pressed down the tuft of hair sticking up at the crown, and asked softly.

"Did you hear everything?"

Yu'an glanced at Chen Ying, then turned his little head away and nodded.

"Mm."

Cheng Old Madam asked again.

"Then does Yu'an want to forgive him?"

Should he forgive him?

Chen Ying looked up, hope in his eyes.

He didn't dare ask for forgiveness—only hoped that Yu'an, for the sake of his friendship with Yi Jiang, would let Master's Wife step in to save Yi Jiang.

The little fellow pressed his lips together and thought it over in distress for a while.

In the end, he slowly shook his head.

"Yu'an is very angry. I won't forgive you."

That milky, rather feeble little voice—yet every word fell like a boulder, each one slamming Chen Ying down into a hell of despair.

He truly regretted it now.

"But Yi Jiang is my good friend—I will definitely save him!"

Hearing these words, hope reignited in Chen Ying's eyes.

"Really?"

"Hmph! Yu'an keeps his word—what I say is what I mean; I would never say something against my heart!"

Yu'an handed over the bottle in his hand.

"Give the white one to Yi Jiang to eat. The blue one—dissolve it in water. Everyone who has been in contact with Yi Jiang should drink a bowl, to prevent…"

The little fellow frowned and scratched his little head, and the tuft at the crown sprang up again.

"To prevent…"

Prevent what, now?

An Luo quietly reminded him.

"Oh, right!"

The little fellow nodded heavily.

"It's to prevent infection by the virus!"

Finally, Yu'an put on a solemn little face and looked at Chen Ying with great seriousness.

"Did you remember?"

Chen Ying took the little bottle in a daze.

"I remembered, it's just, this…"

A single pill could save Yi Jiang?

That doubtful look on his face made Qiuluo even more displeased.

"What? You don't believe it?!"

"Then give it back to us!"

"This Elixir was hard to come by—I was even reluctant to give it to you!"

Since you don't believe them, why come looking for aunt?!

"No, no, I was just too surprised."

"Thank you, thank you, Yu'an."

After sincerely giving thanks, Chen Ying dared not delay any longer. He carefully cradled the Elixir and was about to head out the door.

"Wait!"

Yu'an called out to him.

When Chen Ying turned back to look, the little one tsundere-ly twisted his head to look elsewhere.

"There's a problem with the new clothes."

Chen Ying was stunned for a moment, then nodded once he understood.

"I know. Thank you, Yu'an."

Yu'an emphasized with a scrunched-up little face.

"I did it for Yi Jiang!"

Chen Ying dared not delay any longer and rushed back to the City Lord's Manor at top speed.

He returned to his son's room.

Chen Ying saw his father bustling about—fetching water, washing cloths, helping Yi Jiang press a cloth to his forehead and wiping his body.

Yi Jiang's little face was scrunched up in pain, and he was still quietly calling out in a small voice.

"Mama, don't go, Mama…"

Seeing this scene, Chen Ying's heart ached as if pricked by a needle.

"Father, I've brought the medicine back."

Chen Delin hurried over and snatched the medicine bottle.

"What are we waiting for? Quick, give it to Yi Jiang."

The instant the porcelain bottle was opened, a fresh medicinal fragrance wafted out, lingering between the two men's noses. The scent made one's whole body feel comfortable.

Especially the moment the Elixir was placed in Yi Jiang's mouth, the pill dissolved into liquid medicine.

At that moment, Chen Ying no longer dared doubt the medicine's efficacy.

Father and son of the Chen Family stared intently, not even daring to blink.

After the Elixir went down, Yi Jiang's condition quickly improved.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yi Jiang, who had been unconscious for two hours, stirred his eyelids and gradually came to.

"So thirsty."

Chen Delin hurried off to pour a cup of warm water, while Chen Ying carefully helped his son sit up and lean against his chest.

Chen Delin brought the water to his Grandson's lips and said softly.

"Here, drink slowly."

After two cups of water, Yi Jiang's throat finally felt a bit better. He looked at them with some puzzlement.

"Grandfather, Father, why are you both keeping watch over me here?"

"And why is Daddy's face swollen?"

Chen Delin blinked hard his reddened eyes.

"Don't you remember? You got sick."

"Oh right, I feel like I was burned by fire—so painful and uncomfortable, and my body was so itchy."

"Oh right!"

The next moment, Yi Jiang suddenly grinned foolishly.

"I just saw my mama in my dream!"

"Mama really looks exactly like the Portrait Father drew—so pretty!"

As he spoke, the little one became a little dejected.

"I ran over wanting to hold her hand, but she kept backing away and told me not to go over, to come back and find Grandfather and Father."

"Father, why do you think Mama won't let me go find her?"

Hearing these words, Chen Ying's throat caught, and his eyes reddened even more.

His thin lips opened and closed, and in the end he only managed to squeeze out one sentence.

"Alright, you're still very weak. I'll take you to a clean room to sleep a while longer."

"Daddy still hasn't said how your face got swollen."

"It must hurt a lot, right?"

Chen Ying nodded.

"I heard you were sick, got too anxious and took a tumble. It hurts a lot. So from now on, Yi Jiang, don't make Daddy worry anymore, okay?"

Yi Jiang nodded, gently touching their weary faces with heartache, his voice still a bit hoarse.

"Then Grandfather and Father should go rest too, you don't need to keep watch over me."

Chen Ying held his hand.

"Alright, there are people guarding outside. If you want anything, just tell them. Father has some matters to attend to and will come see you again later."

"Oh right!"

Yi Jiang grabbed his sleeve, struggled to sit up, and looked at him anxiously.

"Yu'an also got splashed with cold water—is he alright?"

"Father, hurry and have someone bring medicine to check on him."

Being sick feels so awful. Yu'an is such a tiny thing, and so delicate—who knows how miserably he might be crying?

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Chen Delin patted his back and comforted him in a soft voice.

"Yu'an is fine, don't worry."

Hearing this, Yi Jiang finally set his mind at ease and lay back down.

His consciousness gradually grew drowsy; forcing his eyes open, he said softly.

"Then I'll sleep a little longer, and go see when it's light… Yu'an, snore snore snore…"

After tucking the covers back around his son, the father and son of the Chen Family finally left the room at ease.

Chen Ying's face instantly darkened.

Yi Jiang was already much better; this time, he could focus entirely on settling the score with that person!