The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 562 - 572: Why Lock Her Yard

Chapter 562: Chapter 572: Why Lock Her Yard

For five years, without anything to eat or drink, she became so thin that she hardly looked human. This time her illness was severe, she couldn’t even get out of bed. I heard doctor Gu say that if she doesn’t get medicine within three days, she’ll be nearly gone. Congratulations, big brother, your long-held wish is about to come true, and congratulations to Madam Du, you’re about to be promoted. When that time comes, I’ll have to call you..."

"Shut up!" Xie Er, the second young master, clenched his fist and struck the tea table beside him. The teacup trembled violently, and the tea splashed out, causing Madam Du to cry out in alarm. She hurriedly stood up and stepped aside!

"Big brother!" Xie Qinyun was also startled and stood up, retreating two steps.

The maids and old women behind her all knelt down, whispering, "Second young master, the young miss is still young, with an unguarded mouth. You adore her the most, please do not hold this against her."

"Get out!" Xie Er, the second young master, shot a fierce glare at the maids and old women behind Xie Qinyun and scolded loudly.

The maids and old women hesitated, glanced at their young miss, and considering the second young master’s furious state, they also stood up and left.

In the room, only three people remained. Xie Er, the second young master, once again turned his gaze to Xie Qinyun, asking coldly, "Who exactly taught you to say these things? Was it that woman? This is your last chance."

Xie Qinyun bit her lip tightly and didn’t say a word, leaving in a huff of disappointment.

What could she possibly hope for when her big brother’s blindness had long been incurable?

His wife’s weak character was beyond help, and her predicament was well deserved.

Madam Du, this cunning and petty person. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t receive retribution, just that the time had not come yet. Hmm, she had never borne a child; perhaps that was her retribution.

...

Xie Qinyun left angrily, and Xie Er, the second young master, was equally angry. He ordered someone to confine Xie Qinyun, not allowing her to leave her own courtyard.

There was something peculiar about today’s incident. Allowing her to leave would only create more chaos; he needed to close the doors and investigate thoroughly.

Upon returning, he found Madam Du kneeling on the ground, looking uneasy.

With her head lowered and shoulders trembling, she cried, "My lord, I am at fault in this matter."

Seeing her admit her mistake so quickly, Xie Er, the second young master, breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to help her up.

"Take your time and speak up. What are you doing this for?"

He had intended to ask her about the woman’s illness and the matter of her having someone lock up that courtyard.

"Yes, my lord." Madam Du stood up, taking her seat on the stool with a hesitant and careful demeanor, pitiful and never daring to look into his eyes.

"I truly didn’t know that my sister was sick until just now when the third young miss mentioned it. Since you confined her, she and her maids haven’t come out, and they haven’t allowed anyone else to enter. You know my sister’s temper—she doesn’t let anyone into her yard; who would dare disobey? Do you remember that incident from our childhood? When we were at the Du Residence, a servant who disobeyed was beaten and sold by her."

Xie Er, the second young master, nodded; he still remembered that incident.

Miss Du had always been arrogant and domineering in his memory, as she was the only legitimate daughter of the Du head without a son. Since she was young, the Du head and his wife doted on her greatly.

Madam Du continued, "The people who bring meals daily don’t dare to enter the courtyard, so they can only leave them at the entrance for Cuiya to pick up. Aside from Cuiya, she doesn’t see anyone, so I truly didn’t know she had been sick for many days."

Xie Er, the second young master, sighed, looking at the crying beauty before him and offering her a handkerchief.

"Look at you, crying over her. Is it worth it? Now, tell me, what about the matter of locking her door?"