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"This was my fault," she said reproachfully. "I had nothing to do at home, so I wanted to find something to occupy myself with."

Doing anything inevitably meant showing her face in public. She had once been a minister's concubine, unlike ordinary women; naturally, Rong Weijing did not wish for her to disgrace herself outside.

He was still immersed in his former glory, unable to pull himself free.

"What does Aunt He wish to do? If you need anything, come find me."

After Rong Xi spoke, he saw Madam He's troubled expression and added, "Aunt He, if you truly wish to do something, why not draw up a plan and come discuss it with me?"

He had no intention of involving himself in it; he was merely making his stance clear and offering Madam He his support.

Madam He nodded gratefully.

Rong Lian's face was swollen as well. He gave Rong Xi a grateful smile, but the motion tugged at his cheek, making him frown in pain.

Liang Siwen felt quite distressed and could not help shooting Rong Weijing a glare.

Seeing that Rong Xi did not take him seriously in the slightest, Rong Weijing was so enraged that he actually fainted on the spot. He fell straight to the ground, striking his head on a loose stone, blood streaming forth.

"Elder Liu, fetch a physician."

"Second Uncle, Si Wen, please help me move Father onto the bed."

Everyone obeyed his orders, carrying things out in perfect order.

Madam He brought water and cleaned Rong Weijing's forehead wound.

Before long, the physician arrived. After taking his pulse, he sighed. "It was caused by fury attacking the heart. It is nothing serious. The wound on his forehead is merely superficial; some medicine will suffice."

Rong Xi nodded, then said to Rong