Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Chapter 292 Unable to resist

After a thorough examination, the doctor frowned and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Pan was so angry that his blood flowed backwards and hit his head violently, which caused the stroke. In the future, you must not get angry again and must stay calm. Although this time was dangerous, fortunately he was treated in time. I'm afraid you won't be so lucky next time."

Meng Luo Ning felt heartbroken when she heard this, and secretly vowed to keep her husband away from all troubles and let him spend his old age in peace.

Looking back at Pan Zhuoqing lying unconscious on the bed, Meng Luoning vaguely recalled that there seemed to be other people present when the incident happened.

Is that person still there now?

What worried her even more was finding out what had caused her husband's condition to become so serious overnight.

After asking, I found out that it was the servant from Huzhou's relative who came to visit.

An ominous shadow suddenly loomed over Meng Luoning's heart. The news this person brought was probably related to her daughter Pan Xiatong.

At this time, Wei An was still wandering in the courtyard, feeling uneasy. He was confused about what his second master had written in the letter that made Mr. Pan so angry and bedridden.

After thinking it over, he felt that it was inappropriate to leave without saying goodbye, so he decided to confirm Mr. Pan's condition before making any plans.

Meng Luo Ning hurried out of the room, her eyes fixed on Wei An in the courtyard, and asked with some urgency: "Are you from Xu Mansion in Huzhou?"

Wei An quickly bowed and replied, "Yes, ma'am, I am a servant of the Xu Mansion in Huzhou, and my name is Wei An."

Meng Luoning stared at Wei An with sharp eyes: "Can you tell me why my old man suddenly had a stroke?"

Wei An hesitated for a moment, then took out the letter that Pan Zhuoqing had read from his arms.

The old man fell ill just after he finished reading the letter. He was worried that the letter would be damaged, so he hid it in a hurry.

Meng Luoning stared at the letter in Wei An's hand in confusion, muttering in her heart: "Whose handwriting is this? Is it a letter from my son-in-law?"

Wei An nodded slightly, confirming her guess: "It's a letter from the Second Master."

Meng Luo Ning took the letter and her fingertips gently slid across the familiar handwriting. With every line she read, her uneasiness grew. When the contents of the letter came into her eyes, she suddenly turned pale, her body went limp, and she fainted to the ground.

Wei An was panicking, muttering to himself: "What kind of secret is hidden in this letter that could cause two old men to fall one after another? If something happens, how should I explain it?"

Meng Luo Ning woke up slowly, feeling extremely sad, and kept muttering the name of her daughter Pan Xiatong. That was her flesh and blood, and even if she had committed a heinous mistake, as parents they would choose to be tolerant rather than ignore her and let her go to a dead end.

Is it really the son-in-law who puts tremendous pressure on me?

She held on to her weak body and ordered the servant beside her: "Go and see how the old man is doing now."

Pan Zhuoqing gradually regained consciousness in his haze, thinking back to what was said in the letter about Xia Tong. He knew there must be something hidden, and he had to return to Huzhou to get to the bottom of the matter.

He understood his daughter better than anyone else. She would never do anything ridiculous for no reason. He had to go to Huzhou in person to find out the truth.

So, Pan Zhuoqing began to make intensive preparations for the journey south to Huzhou.

On the other hand, Xiao Zhixue received an urgent pigeon message and learned that Pan Xiatong had attempted suicide and her body was severely damaged and it would be difficult for her to recover in a short time.

She read it expressionlessly, then threw the letter into the fire pot and turned it into ashes.

For her, there were no entanglements of grudges from previous lives with Pan Xiatong, and no emotional constraints, so his life and death had nothing to do with her.

Since the suicide attempt had failed, she had no intention of getting involved.

Xiao Zhixue has a firm belief in her heart that even though she is not the original owner of this body, since she carries this life, she also bears everything that Pan Xiatong has.

So, no matter what the considerations were, hurting Pan Xiatong was beyond her tolerance.

Three days later, Xiao Zhixue learned that Pan Zhuoqing and Meng Luoning had taken a carriage to Huzhou Prefecture. She couldn't help but smile, but her heart was calm.

The rebellion in Yizhou broke out as expected, and the men of the Xiao family put on armor and went to the battlefield. The turmoil at home formed a sharp contrast with the tranquility in the distance.

Xiao Zhixue quietly made plans, laying out one chess piece after another for the future, while also silently praying for the little life in her belly, quietly enjoying this rare time of peace.

Good news came from Qingzhou Prefecture. Under pressure from his family, Xiao Wang finally severed his relationship with his mistress. The sadness on his mother Jiang's face was finally replaced by a smile, and Xiao Ruoling felt relieved. She was not indifferent to family affairs, but she knew that sometimes external intervention was needed to resolve family disputes.

Xiao Zhixue gently held Xiao Qinxin's hand and said in a gentle tone: "When you came to me for help, I was really in a dilemma. Later, I discussed it with my father, and he decided to write a letter to my great grandfather. It seems that the letter did work."

Xiao Qinxin listened attentively, and when no one responded, she couldn't help but pout and let out a dissatisfied protest.

Far away in Chengyang County, Pan Luonan stepped into his home and was greeted by his wife Xue's gentle concern: "Husband, you are back. It must have been very hard today, right?"

Pan Luonan smiled and shook his head: "I'm not tired, I'm used to being busy. You are the one, don't overwork yourself."

Xue replied with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness: "As long as you don't feel tired, I'm just managing the trivial affairs of the family."

During the conversation, the two mentioned the upcoming family reunion, and Pan Luonan said, "My father wrote to me last month saying that after the New Year, when the weather gets warmer, they will come to Connecticut to stay for a while. By then, I will have to trouble you to arrange everything again."

Mrs. Xue pretended to be angry, but her eyes were full of smiles: "What trouble? They are my parents-in-law and my parents. Taking care of them is my job."

The warmth of the family forms a sharp contrast with the storms of the outside world, allowing people to still find peace and warmth in this chaotic world.

Pan Luonan quickly put on a full smile, his eyes flickering with apology, and his words were a bit flattering: "It is true that I spoke without thinking, and I apologize as your husband."

His tone softened, as if a spring breeze melted the ice and snow, trying to make up for the unintentional mistake.

This scene of tenderness and tacit understanding between the couple was like a delicate painting, which made the maids and old women around them blush involuntarily, as if they were immersed in this invisible molasses, which was so sweet that they could hardly resist it.

They all lowered their heads and stepped back lightly, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility. They also did not forget to gently close the door, leaving only a series of small and orderly sounds that gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Pan Luonan, as the eldest son of Pan Zhuoqing's family, won the first place in the imperial examination as early as the Yellow Emperor period when the empire was founded. He was then entrusted with an important task and sent to Chengyang County as the county magistrate. Ten years had passed in a flash.

Although his political achievements were not outstanding, under his steady governance, Chengyang County was like a small boat sailing in the wind and rain, which never deviated from its course despite experiencing some bumps.