"What are you blabbering about, woman? Just go to sleep," Yang Baichuan irritably shot back after being poked one time too many.
"Sleep? How can you still sleep?" Feng Caie countered with contempt, curling her lip, "I’m telling you, don’t push me too far. If you do, I’ll kick you out just the same..."
"You..." Yang Baichuan felt his pride wounded, and he suddenly sat up, "Alright, actually, I don’t know much either, it’s just my own speculation. Originally, my mother was also pregnant with twins..."
After hearing her husband’s words, Feng Caie was a bit taken aback, but she quickly showed a look of disdain: "Whatever the truth is, I’m telling you I want to separate. Your parents have absolutely no sense of human kindness." Feng Caie snorted coldly, "I’m laying it out here: if you don’t agree, I’ll take the children and go back to my parents’ home..."
Meanwhile, in the main house of the Yang family at the back of the village, Yang Ruxin was telling a story to everyone. It had become a habit by now; whenever there was free time, everyone would exercise, read, and write. But every evening after dinner, up to bedtime, a whole hour was reserved for Yang Ruxin to tell stories. By this time, even Dao Xuzi and Xiaobai would no longer run around. Naturally, the audience for the storytelling had grown considerably, so the room was packed with listeners.
Everyone was thoroughly engrossed in the tale when Xiaobai suddenly stood up, and then a series of knocks at the door followed: "Auntie, big cousin..."
Xun Hui was the first to stand up, but instead of heading out, she looked at Yang Ruxin: "It’s... It’s Ruyu..."
"What’s she here for?" Sanni frowned, "Who knows what trouble has come up this time..."
"It’s so late; it could be an emergency," Erni remarked.
Yang Ruxin stood up, walked out, and opened the courtyard door to find Yang Ruyu gasping for breath: "Big cousin, hurry, Uncle Xiaowu is in trouble..."
Yang Ruxin’s brows furrowed even more: "What have you all done to Uncle Xiaowu now?"
"It’s... it’s Grandma..." Yang Ruyu caught her breath and then recounted the incident that had occurred at the dinner table, hiding nothing, "Uncle Xiaowu said he was too ashamed to speak, and Grandma smashed his head with a porcelain bowl... There was a lot of blood, but Grandma wouldn’t let us get a doctor. She just packed his wound with a handful of herbal ash. Mother went to look and said the ash couldn’t stop the bleeding at all, so she sent me to find you immediately..."
"Master, come with me to have a look," Yang Ruxin said, her entire body suddenly radiating an intense chill.
Yang Ruyu instinctively took two steps back.
"I’m coming too," Sanni said hastily, then looked back at the others, "You all stay and watch the door..."
Dao Xuzi was largely obedient to Yang Ruxin’s commands; calling him meant he would certainly come along. Of course, if he ever disobeyed, it usually meant it was time to make a request, like wanting to eat something.
Inside the Yang family’s old residence, Yang Peili and Yang Anshi had called out a couple of times but, still worried, got up and went to Yang Baixiang’s room. After all, it was their own son; they couldn’t just ignore him. Upon arrival, they found blood soaked through another pillow, and no matter how much they called, there was no response. Panic finally fully set in: "Second brother, second brother... hurry up, go find Doctor Li..." His voice was breaking.
Frightened by the commotion, Yang Baichuan and his wife quickly dressed and ran over: "Dad, what happened?"