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Song Cheng lay on his bed for the entire night. Only at dawn of the next day did he slowly wake up. Looking at the familiar scene before him, his pupils constricted. He wanted to sit up, but his entire body felt powerless.

"Elder sister …"

He weakly shouted. Song Xiangsi, who was originally sitting in the room taking care of him, quickly woke up. When she turned around, she was surprised to see that he had woken up. "Chengcheng, you're awake —"

She hurried forward and poured him a glass of water to moisten his throat.

Last night, he was drugged and then fell into the water. As a result of the cold, Song Cheng had a fever for the rest of the night.

Last night, he had used a lightness technique to save Song Cheng, causing the wound to split open. After falling into the water and catching the cold, Song Xiangsi had ran off on both sides, simultaneously taking care of the two of them. She had poured cold water on their foreheads, wiping them over and over again, only then did she manage to sleep, and an hour ago, she had gone to the kitchen to boil some porridge.

Now that Song Cheng was up, she was truly relieved. She quickly fed him and laid him down. She comforted him with a few words and then went out to get him some hot porridge.

Song Xiaoxiao also woke up. She rubbed her eyes as she walked into the room drowsily, then quickly circled around her little brother. Seeing that he was still alright, she was finally relieved. She couldn't help but pout, "Why did you go out last night? You really frightened me."

Even though she was complaining, Song Cheng could feel the deep concern in her words. She was so young, but she had already understood the world and people's hearts.

He giggled. "Second Sis, I'm back now. I won't run around anymore."

Song Xiaoxiao nodded, moved a stool to the side and sat down. Then she stretched out her hand to probe Song Cheng's forehead, tested herself, and imitated an adult. She nodded, "Yes, she's really fine now."

She was really upset last night.

He was just about to say something when Song Xiangsi walked in with a bowl of congee in her hands. Seeing the siblings laughing together, she pursed her lips and smiled as well, placing the bowl of congee on the table, "Xiaoxiao, take care of little brother and feed him some food. Elder sister will go next door to take a look at big brother Meng, okay?"

Song Xiaoxiao stood up, went to get the porridge, and asked with concern, "What happened to Brother Meng? Is he sick too? "

Song Cheng also had a faint feeling that he was saved by Meng Liangxuan. He could not help but feel worried as well, and even felt a bit grateful. "Brother Meng, are you alright?" Shall I go and see him? "

Song Xiangsi was very pleased with her brother and sister's understanding. She walked up and patted his head, smiling, "It's nothing, just a fever. But it's already gone. You should be able to recover after lying down for a while."

After she left the room, she turned around and went into the kitchen. She poured a bowl of hot porridge for Meng Ling Xuan and pushed open the door to enter. Sure enough, Meng Ling Xuan had just opened his eyes and was looking at her.

Song Xiangsi smiled and walked forward to gently untie the bandages wrapped around his chest. Only after seeing that the blood had stopped flowing did he heave a sigh of relief.

He then carried the congee and fed it before leaving the courtyard to clean up.

The stall was still scorched black from the fire the day before. When Zhou Xiufang and the other two came to work in the shop, they were all shocked to see it.

"Oh my god!" Zhou Xiufang thumped her feet and growled, "What's going on? There are clothes that we've chased out for days inside!"

She could not help but wipe her eyes. She felt a bit of heartache at the few clothes she had embroidered.

Song Xiangsi came out, looking ashamed. "Master, I'm sorry. Last night …" There was a fire in the house, and even the completed clothes could not be preserved. "

A-Jiao frowned as she walked around the cubicle. A light flashed in her eyes. "This …" "How could ordinary fire burn so much?"

Clearly, someone had poured oil on the outside!

Song Xiangsi was somewhat surprised. She couldn't help but glance at A-Jiao. After all, ordinary embroidery ladies didn't understand such things.

A-Jiao stood there with her head lowered and her eyes lowered, allowing her to size up whatever she wanted.

The reason why she had brought it up just now was only because she was a person of the young master. Regardless of whether Song Xiangsi had thought of it or not, she had to give him a reminder.

After all, Zhou Xiufang was from the palace and had seen much of the world. She quickly guessed that there was something fishy about this. She patted Song Xiangsi's back and sighed, "It's good that he's fine. We can do the embroidery work again after we lose it."

This sort of thing, she knew better than to reveal it!

Song Xiangsi nodded, but inwardly, she was glad that these few embroidery ladies of hers were knowledgeable and saved a lot of trouble.

Because he was worried and afraid that Lady Liu would make another move, Song Xiangsi went straight to the academy to ask for leave from Song Cheng and Song Xiaoxiao so they could stay home obediently and let Song Cheng take good care of his health.

She and the three embroidery ladies cleaned up the cubicles and invited the workers to renovate them. She went to the fabric factory and pulled some cloth, temporarily transforming the hall into an embroidery workshop. She decided to work overtime with Zhou Xiufang and the other two to make the clothes again.

Although he had already experienced it once and was able to redo it quickly, it was obviously impossible for him to hand over the goods as scheduled in the remaining days.

To this, Zhou Xiufang was a little worried. As she cut the fabric, she asked Song Xiangsi, "Girl, if we can't deliver the goods on time, what should we do?"

She was truly worried for Pu Zi and Song Xiangsi.

During this period of time, Song Xiangsi respected her and loved her. She also treated Song Xiangsi as her own grandson and daughter.

Song Xiangsi was at the corner sewing clothes when she heard his words. She pursed her lips and lifted her head to look out the window before sighing, "Then we can only reduce the price by a few percent and make up for the customers' losses."

It wasn't that she wasn't worried. If the goods were not delivered by the end of the day, the reputation of the store would definitely be affected. The worst case was still the Wen Niang.

Thinking of this, she could not help but scold Liu Niang in her heart. She thought to herself, "This woman is really cruel and merciless. She actually used such a sinister move. She simply wants to put people to death!"

Zhou Xiufang also sighed and quickened the movement of her hands. A grave expression appeared on the faces of A-Jiao and Lian'er. They didn't dare to delay any longer.

When Song Xiangsi saw how serious they were embroidering, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He recalled a technique that he had learned from an embroidery master in his previous life. That could allow him to finish a work of art in the shortest time possible.