The farce finally ended, and the people from the old Yang Family estate had all departed, but it didn’t affect the mood of the villagers at all, in fact, it gave them even more to talk about. Of course, while no one mentioned it, there was an increased sense of respect and fear for Yang Ruxin in their hearts.
"Where is Uncle Xiaowu?" Yang Ruxin suddenly remembered Yang Baixiang.
"I saw him earlier helping to chop meat." Sanni frowned, "But after that, I didn’t see him anymore."
"Uncle Xiaowu said he felt unwell and went back first," Sini suddenly spoke up, "He asked me to tell you while big sister was busy tending to Aunt Hehua, but I... I forgot..." she said, pouting and looking embarrassed, which made her seem particularly naive and cute.
Yang Ruxin smiled, "No matter." But inwardly, she felt a bit worried and turned to Sanni, "Keep an eye on the little ones, I’m going to check on Uncle Wu." Yang Baixiang was not a delicate person; if he wasn’t really feeling unwell, he probably wouldn’t have left.
"I’ll go with you," Gu Yao said, hurrying to follow.
Yang Ruxin didn’t say a word, hurrying to the old estate. At that time, Yang Peili and the others had just entered the courtyard. Seeing her come in afterwards made them shiver.
Yang Ruxin didn’t even glance at those people, going straight to knock on Yang Baixiang’s door, but when no one answered after a long time, she frowned, "Uncle Wu, it’s Xinxin..."
But no matter how long she called, there was no response.
Just as Yang Ruxin was about to kick down the door, a thud suddenly came from within the room, likely the sound of someone falling to the ground. Her expression changed, and she kicked the door open, only to see Yang Baixiang convulsing on the floor, already unconscious, and probably had fallen down after hearing Yang Ruxin’s voice.
"Uncle Wu..." Yang Ruxin gasped, quickly checking on him and finding his limbs cold. She immediately stuffed a medicine pill into Yang Baixiang’s mouth, then looked up at Gu Yao, "Uncle Wu has been poisoned..."
Hearing this, Gu Yao didn’t waste words, bending down to lift Yang Baixiang and hurried out.
The people in the courtyard heard everything clearly and felt a lurch in their hearts. Seeing Gu Yao carrying the convulsing Yang Baixiang out, they stepped back many paces in haste.
Yang Ruxin followed, sweeping her gaze over Yang Peili, "Get the silver. Uncle needs to be treated."
"There isn’t any..."
"Go get it!" But Yang Peili slapped her.
Mrs. Yang Anshi, in her habitual defiance, glared at Yang Peili only to find him raising his hand again. This truly frightened her—this man was serious about disciplining her. She rushed into the room and threw out a few pieces of silver, "That’s all there is..."
Yang Ruxin caught the silver in mid-air, "If it’s not enough, I will come back." She then turned and hurried away.
"As if she were collecting a debt..." Mrs. Yang An gasped after Yang Ruxin left.
"Shut your mouth, I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet..." Yang Peili glared at Mrs. Yang Anshi.
"Settle then, come on, settle! Yang Peili, do you think you’re something special? How much have I suffered following you all these years? You want to divorce me now? Do it..." Mrs. Yang Anshi suddenly lunged forward in a frenzy, tearing at Yang Peili, "You’re no man if you don’t divorce me today..."
"Unreasonable," Yang Peili pushed Mrs. Yang Anshi away and turned to go inside.
Mrs. Yang Anshi followed him in, continuing the argument and the commotion. The house was in utter chaos.