finally couldn't hold back any longer. She suddenly pulled out the insole from her shoe and dug out a silver note from inside it."My lord, please, I beg you, save my child!"Look closely, it was a sil..."We're splitting up."

Song Dajie kept coming and going, uttering only that one phrase. She worked diligently on her embroidery, as if treating Song Erjie like air.

"Li'er."

Song Erniang looked at Song Jiuli, who was busy cooking porridge. "Your grandmother loved you the most before. You can't just stand by and watch your grandmother... pass away."

She glanced at Old Mrs. Song, who sat there dumbfounded. Just moments ago she had been alert, but now it seemed she was dazed again.

She just sat there, blankly staring with vacant eyes, as if she were imbecile. It was truly pitiful.

Song Jiuli's heart ached, and she quickly retracted her gaze, saying with her eyes lowered:

"I feel for you, but I can barely afford to take care of myself. There's nothing I can do about it."

It's rare to see Song Jiuli not radiating a "holy mother" aura. Jiang Wan was a little surprised, but her being able to change is a good thing for her.

Seeing them act so brazenly, Song Er-nü felt very frustrated. But with Ren Bang supporting Jiang Wan now, she dared not do anything.

It's at most just a few words to annoy Song Dajiang, but it wouldn't hurt her.

It's like punching a cotton ball, it's utterly ineffective.

"OK."

Song Jiubian handed the processed hare to Jiang Wan, seeming to ignore Song Erniang completely.

She was furious, but suddenly she heard a snort of laughter, from Shen Qian.

It seems she has given up on herself. Now, Shen Qian looks down on everyone and no longer tolerates her own temper.

Jiang Wan looked over and saw Shen Qian's vicious eyes. Even though the person being tormented was neither human nor ghost, she was still living strong.

He's really a cockroach that can't be killed. Song Erniang was furious and beat Shen Qian fiercely. Shen Qian didn't show weakness either, and the two soon entangled together.

Ginger didn't look at them. She was happy to see them fighting, like watching a play.

Ginger continued to teach Song Jiuli how to roast the wild rabbit. With the space upgrade, she was in a good mood and didn't feel like arguing with these people.

The roasted rabbit was ready, and the family shared it. Ginger wrapped a small rabbit leg and walked toward Chen Wenhao, her voice soft.

"Wenhao, here you go."

"Thank you, auntie. I'm not hungry."

Chen Wenhao nodded knowingly. He wasn't hungry, just didn't want to keep taking advantage of Jiang Wan's kindness.

"Your aunt said you can have this."

If at first it was because she sought out Chen Mansion's care for Chen Wenhao, now it is because of Chen Wenhao's consideration that Jiang Wan feels a little bit heartbroken.

"Song Xiaonu, thank you, but we brought some food."

Mrs. Chen was cooking a bland porridge. She had bartered for some grain while staying in the village.

As soon as those words were uttered, Lady Chen's spoon suddenly slipped into the pot. Her head spun, and she nearly fainted. Chen Ce hurriedly supported her.

"My lady, what's wrong"

"It's nothing."

Mrs. Chen weakly shook her head, comforting him, "My husband, don't worry, I'm just a little tired."

"But Mother has fainted several times from exhaustion."

Chen Wenhao pouted, taking the rabbit leg from Jiang Wan's hands, "Thank you, Aunt. Can I give this rabbit leg to Mother"

He had wide, watery eyes. The once plump little boy was now thin and frail, his face gaunt with little flesh left on it.

Ginger gently kneaded the top of his hair, "Since I've already given it to you, give it to whomever you want."

"Thank you, aunt."

Chen Wenhao beamed, holding out a rabbit leg to Chen's wife, and said in a milky voice:

"Mother, please have some."

Mrs. Chen's eyes welled up, and her nose tingled with emotion. "Mother isn't hungry, silly child. You eat."

She gently pinched Chen Wenhao's cheek, her expression tender. Ginger Wan frowned and stepped forward a few steps.

Let me take your pulse for you.

Then, please trouble Miss Song.

Chen Ce's eyes were full of worry, afraid that his wife would refuse, so he hurriedly agreed to Ginger Wan.

With him saying so, Mrs. Chen naturally wouldn't resist. She lightly lifted her sleeve, and gingerly, with her pale fingers, she placed them on his pulse.

After a few breaths, she glanced at Madam Chen inexplicably, twitching her lips, "You...don't know the reason"

"I'm just tired."

Mrs. Chen smiled, not caring much. She had been pampered since childhood, and enduring day and night travel was nothing new to her.

This is also the reason why she gritted her teeth and persevered all the way, she really didn't want to worry her husband.

"No."

Ginger shook her head silently, leaning into Mrs. Chen's ear and giving her an answer that turned Mrs. Chen's face white with fright.

"Miss Song, are you truly"

"Of course, you should tell your husband."

Jiang Wan got up and returned to Song Jiu's side, picking up her own lunch and starting to eat.

There, Mrs. Chen and Chen Ce whispered to each other, and soon both their faces were filled with sorrow.

Even Song Jiuli was curious, so she whispered to Jiang Wan, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with Madam Chen"

Ginger subconsciously raised her eyes to look at Song Jiubian, finding that he seemed eager to know the answer too, but pretended to be tough. When Ginger looked over, he hurriedly shifted his gaze away.

At that moment, Jiang Wan felt playful and decided to act coy. He sighed dramatically and said, "This matter concerning Lady Chen... it's complicated. It won't be good for our journey ahead."

"Are you sick"

Song Daniu's kind heart made her eagerly inquire, but Jiang Wan's reply was vague and evasive.

"It's probably going to take seven months to get better."

"Seven months!"

Song Jiuli was about to scream, what illness could take so long Jiang Wan angrily tapped her on the head.

Speak softly.

"I want to talk to you privately."

Song Jiu's expression, which had just been feigning indifference, grew serious. Jiang Wan spread her hands.

"Okay."

Thus, Lady Song took her two children far away, leaving Jiang Wan and Song Jiubian sitting together.

While it was said to be a private conversation, they were actually quite close to their team. It's just that if the two of them spoke softly, no one else could hear.

"... Could you tell me what happened to Mrs. Chen"

Beneath his robe, Song Jiuyuan's fingertips were clenched tightly together, his fists balled. Jiang Wan could roughly guess what he was thinking.

Chen Ce is his man, they'd get into trouble because of Song Jiubian, if Mrs. Song had any misfortune, no matter what, Chen Ce would always have some distance from him.

Song Jiubian himself felt guilty in his heart, seeing how eager he was. Jiang Wan leaned closer and whispered:

She... is pregnant.

She was so focused on giving Song Jiubian the answer that she ignored how close they were, her warm breath gently spraying onto Song Jiubian's face.

He even smelled a faint sweetness. Now was not the time to daydream, he pinched his palm hard and came back to himself.

Upon further reflection, Song Jiubian also understood why the Chen couple had worried expressions.

This journey has been unsettling. Lady Chen, while pregnant, is not assured a safe delivery for her child.

Don't even mention that it wouldn't fill one up, this intense rush could be too much for Mrs. Chen's body to handle.

"Hmm."

Ginger nodded, sitting there bored and poking at the sticks of firewood on the ground, "She's been pregnant for over two months. She probably didn't notice before." to cling onto you so much at first."Ginger swallowed the chicken in her mouth, her voice laced with sadness. "It's just that my father has always been disappointed in me, thinking I'm incompetent and...