Reborn to be replaced? Remarried to the royal palace, raising children and training husband

Upon learning that Zheng Fengyun was not dead, Dou Qianqian immediately walked over to Zheng Fengyun with the birdcage in hand. Looking at his miserable appearance, she couldn't help but burst into laughter out of gloating:

"Haha, isn't this the second son of the Zheng family? Look at your behavior. Why did you lose the fight?"

"You even boasted that you were an ever-victorious general! I think you are just bragging without thinking and talking nonsense! Hahaha!"

Zheng Fengyun lay on the saddle, his teeth itching with anger. He wanted to refute Dou Qianqian immediately, but then he remembered something and opened his eyes reluctantly. There was a look of sadness in his eyes. He looked at Dou Qianqian and said intermittently:

"Brother Dou, I'm afraid I've reached the end of my life, ahem..."

"Although you speak harshly, you have a straightforward personality, ahem..."

"You are different from those hypocritical people who use their numbers to bully the weak. Ahem... ahem..."

"Perhaps in the next life, we can fight again, cough cough cough..."

Before Zheng Fengyun could finish his words, he fell into coma due to exhaustion.

The smile on Dou Qianqian's face had now frozen into ice. Her eyes were wide open, filled with shock and excitement, and she shouted in a trembling voice:

"Oh my! Zheng Laoer, please don't leave us like this!!!"

Dou Qianqian's heart instantly rose to her throat, and her tender little face wrinkled into a ball, as if being squeezed tightly by an invisible fist.

Although she and Zheng Fengyun quarreled constantly in their daily lives, if she really lost him, the world would become so lonely and desolate for her.

Not to mention!

The two of them once struggled together in the ocean of books in the Imperial College, with one ranking at the bottom and the other right behind.

If Zheng Fengyun passed away, wouldn't she be able to sit firmly on the last-place throne?

Thinking of this, Dou Qianqian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and hurriedly urged Wei Ma:

"Hurry up, what are you doing standing there, old servant? Go get the doctor!"

Upon hearing this, Nanny Wei quickly nodded in agreement and hurried away leading the horse.

Dou Qianqian's eyes followed Zheng Fengyun and the others closely. She gritted her teeth, burning with anger:

"How can this be! How dare Bai Yun and his gang be so arrogant!"

Before he finished speaking, Dou Qianqian took out a thick stack of banknotes, threw it to the servant beside him, and said:

"Go quickly, and ask all the storytellers to exaggerate the story! I want to make that kid Bai Yun understand that Zheng Lao Er can only be bullied by me, the young master!"

By the time Gu Qinlan and others returned to Prince Duan's Mansion, night had already fallen.

Since they were walking along West Street and had just entered the palace, almost all officials at all levels in the capital had heard about this.

Some were filled with righteous indignation, some were gloating, some were watching from the sidelines, and some censors had already begun drafting memorials to prepare for impeachment...

At this time, Dou Qianqian had already donated generously. The storytellers in various teahouses were already familiar with this generous young man. They immediately wove this incident into a vivid story and spread it widely.

The storytellers were eloquent, and since the victims this time were the children of their own family, the patron saint of the Western Wei Dynasty, the people became even more emotional after hearing the news, and developed a strong aversion to Bai Yujing's family.

It can be said that the entire capital city was immersed in unrest that night.

Zheng Huiyi and Xiang Zhu were so worried that they had been waiting outside the mansion. When they saw everyone coming back, they hurried over to greet them. When they saw Zheng Fenghui and Zheng Fengyun covered in blood, still lying on the horse's back, Zheng Huiyi and Xiang Zhu were terrified, and Zheng Huiyi burst into tears:

“Wow wow wow, eldest brother, second brother, mother, what happened to you? Have you already... wow wow..." Her voice was choked with sobs, and her grief was beyond words.

Gu Qinlan gently stretched out her slender fingers and gently wiped away the tears on Zheng Huiyi's face. Then she held her in her arms and whispered in a voice as soft as spring water:

"They are safe and sound, please go in first."

After a short pause, Gu Qinlan turned his gaze to Xiang Zhu and ordered in a firm tone:

"Xiang Zhu, you must go to various places in the city immediately and invite all the doctors here! You must do this, understand?"

"As ordered!"

Xiang Zhu responded immediately. Although she was full of doubts and didn't understand why her master went to so much trouble, it was obvious that this matter was of great importance, otherwise her master would not take it so seriously.

Soon, Prince Duan's Mansion was brightly lit!

Many doctors were urgently summoned to the mansion to diagnose Zheng Fengyun and others one by one.

They saw two children lying on the bed, the blood on their bodies had not yet been cleaned, and Zheng Fengyun was covered with bruises and bruises, the scene was shocking. The doctors all showed heavy expressions on their faces.

After the diagnosis was completed, they all looked solemn, left with only a word of "my condolences", and then left.

Although these doctors failed to provide any substantial help, Prince Duan's Mansion still gave them double the medical fees out of kindness and righteousness.

Before leaving, some doctors could not help but ask the servants in the mansion for details out of curiosity.

The servants did not hide anything and told the story with sad faces about how the Bai family had abused the descendants of meritorious officials.

After hearing this, the doctors were all filled with indignation.

Prince Duan devoted himself to the country and the people. The Prince Duan's Mansion was also benevolent and generous, and never made things difficult for the common people. How could he be bullied by an insignificant commander?

At the time, the rumors were nothing more than people's subjective speculation, and many details were unknown. However, now, with the confirmation of these doctors, the details of the matter have become clearer...

When Zheng Fengyun saw that all the doctors had finally left, he immediately jumped up from the bed and stared at Gu Qinlan, who was sitting beside him and flipping through the account book, with a look full of admiration:

"Mother! You are so amazing! After just a few injections, the doctors didn't even notice it!"

Gu Qinlan raised her eyes and looked at Zheng Fengyun quietly without saying a word.

The smile and pride on Zheng Fengyun's face froze instantly, his eyes flickered, and he seemed a little guilty.

At this moment, Zheng Fenghui had already stood up from the bed, straightened his robe, and knelt down facing Gu Qinlan, his tone serious and sincere:

"Mother, I apologize to you! As the eldest son, I failed to fulfill my responsibility to remind my younger brother. Please punish me."

When Zheng Fengyun heard his mother's words, he immediately understood what was going on. He knelt without hesitation, lowered his head in frustration, and spoke with a hint of sadness:

"Mother, Feng Yun is fully aware of the severity of his sins. This mischievous behavior is entirely my fault and has nothing to do with my elder brother. If mother wants to punish me, Feng Yun is willing to bear it."

After a short pause, Zheng Fengyun still couldn't help himself, and added with a bit of unyielding and angry tone:

"However, Feng Yun will never regret teaching those rats a lesson! They dared to insult my father, and they deserve to be punished! If that old bastard's mother hadn't arrived in time, I would have made all his teeth fall out!"

After Zheng Fengyun finished speaking, a trace of regret still appeared on his face.

Zheng Fenghui, who was standing aside, couldn't help but have his lips trembling slightly, and sighed in his heart, this younger brother is really... a cause of worry.