The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 24 The Bald-Headed Monk and the Lame Taoist Priest

Madam Xing's expression changed slightly, and she quickly stepped forward to pull Madam Wang aside, advising her:

"Sister-in-law! Although Huan'er was born to Aunt Zhao, she still has to call you Mother! The laws of the country and the family are like this. How can you say such hurtful things? If this gets out, how can Huan'er face anyone!"

Still in a state of mental instability, Madam Wang coldly replied, "What does his conduct have to do with me?"

"All I know is that my precious jade is dying. Heavens! You've already taken my pearl, why are you taking this last one too? Are you trying to kill me?" Lady Wang was heartbroken and collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly.

The crying and commotion brought tears to everyone's eyes and made them sigh inwardly. Those who were present just moments before felt that Jia Huan was innocent. He was clearly worried about his brother coming to visit, but he was unjustly humiliated and verbally abused by his stepmother. Her vicious words chilled everyone's hearts.

However, seeing how heartbroken and grief-stricken Madam Wang was, everyone felt more pity and understanding towards her.

Her crying caused Grandmother Jia to cry as well, and Madam Xing couldn't help but shed tears as well.

Although Madam Xing and Madam Wang were always at odds because the second wife lived in Rongxi Hall, which was reserved for those who inherited the title, and because she had taken over the management of the first wife's household, they only maintained a superficial harmony.

But as the saying goes: meeting someone often brings a third of the affection!

Over the years, the two of them still had some sister-in-law affection for each other, and seeing her like this now, he couldn't help but feel a little bad.

Madam You stepped forward to help Jia Huan up: "Brother Huan, Brother Bao is currently ill, and Second Madam is also grieving and misspoke for a moment. Please don't take it to heart. Besides, you are also unwell, so you should go back and rest first. I will definitely send someone to inform you if there is any news from here."

Yu Shi forced herself to speak, even though she herself felt guilty about what she said. If someone had pointed their finger at her and scolded her like that, she would probably have wanted to kill them.

Just as she expected, Jia Huan's thin figure swayed precariously, his face pale and extremely unpleasant. Although he managed to force a smile and his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, he ultimately said nothing. Supported by the maid beside him, he staggered back to Qingfeng Courtyard.

Another day passed, and Jia Baoyu was now on the verge of death. He could no longer drink the ginseng soup that was usually given to him. Knowing that his time was coming to an end, everyone gathered around his bedside and wept bitterly.

Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang were devastated and contemplated suicide, repeatedly saying they wanted to go with Baoyu.

Wang Xifeng, Jia Lian, Ping'er, and others also wept incessantly.

Behind the crowd, one person was filled with smug satisfaction.

Aunt Zhao covered her face with a handkerchief, seemingly wiping away tears, but actually using the handkerchief to hide the smile on her face.

Seeing Madam Wang crying her heart out, she felt extremely pleased.

When that person plotted to harm Huan'er, they probably didn't expect that her Baoyu would be the one to die first!

Thinking back on all the open and covert torment he had suffered under Madam Wang over the years, and seeing the heartbroken look on this person's face, he felt a real sense of satisfaction.

How heartbroken she was when Huan'er was seriously ill; now it's Lady Wang's turn.

What goes around comes around!

Aunt Zhao thought to herself.

Seeing his mother and wife looking as if their hearts had been ripped out, Jia Zheng felt even more distressed.

Just then, someone came back and said, "Master Bao's coffin is ready. Please come and take a look, sir."

Grandmother Jia was grieving when she heard this and immediately cursed, "Who was the blind fool who made the coffin? My Baoyu isn't dead yet! Is this some kind of curse upon my Baoyu? Quickly beat the coffin maker to death, go now!"

Lady Wang also stepped forward and pulled Jia Zheng away, preventing him from leaving. She cried and made a scene, even threatening to kill the person who made the coffin. She lamented her own miserable fate, cried for Baoyu, and cried for the deceased Jia Zhu, making a constant fuss.

Jia Zheng asked Wang Xifeng to hold his wife back, then, with tears in his eyes, he forced back his grief and stepped forward to say to Grandmother Jia, "Grandmother, I know you love him, but he's already in this state. Even though it pains me, I have to prepare these things for him in advance, otherwise he'll suffer when the time comes!"

Grandmother Jia refused to comply and grabbed Jia Zheng, starting to berate him. Lady Wang also stepped forward to cry and make a scene.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cried and made a scene, refusing to listen to Jia Zheng. Just as everyone was in a state of chaos, the faint sound of a wooden fish could be heard.

This secluded mansion is so far from the street, how could the sound of a wooden fish possibly reach here?

Just as everyone was wondering, they heard someone chant: "Namo Bodhisattva Who Resolves Karmic Obstacles. We are skilled at healing those who suffer misfortune, have troubled their homes, encounter danger, or are possessed by evil spirits."

The voice was loud and clear, echoing above the Jia mansion and reaching the ears of everyone present.

Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang, as if grasping at the last straw, repeatedly urged that the person be invited in.

Before long, a bald-headed monk and a lame Taoist priest were invited into Rongxi Hall.

Jia Zheng asked, "May I ask where you two are cultivating in seclusion on some sacred mountain?"

The bald-headed monk laughed and said, "Sir, there's no need for further words. I've come to treat the unfortunate people in your household because I heard they're having some trouble."

"There are members of the household who are seriously ill, and even the imperial physicians in the palace are helpless. Do you have any way to treat them?" Jia Zheng asked with a glimmer of hope.

The lame Taoist priest laughed and said, "You have rare treasures in your home, yet you still ask us for a cure."

Jia Zheng's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be the jade my son brought with him since birth? It's said that jade can ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune; could it also cure illnesses and save lives?"

The bald-headed monk said, "That jade came with your son and is closely related to him. If you take it out and give it to me to chant, it will probably be fine."

Upon hearing this, Jia Zheng immediately turned around, took the jade from Baoyu's necklace, and handed it to the bald-headed monk.

Jia Huan also rushed from Qingfeng Courtyard to Rongxi Hall. He had been sitting quietly in his room when he heard someone chanting a command. Just like everyone else, he wondered how someone could hear so clearly in such a deep courtyard. With curiosity and doubt in his heart, he rushed over without even changing his clothes.

Then the monk took the jade from Jia Zheng's hand, sighed and said, "Thirteen years have passed since we parted at Qinggeng Peak! Time flies so fast. Worldly ties are filled in the blink of an eye! I envy the good times you had back then."

After saying this, he gave another speech, and finally returned the jade to Jia Zheng, instructing him to hang it on the lintel of his bedroom. He said that after thirty-three days, he would be healthy, his illness would subside, and he would be fully recovered.

After saying that, the two turned and left.

Jia Zheng wanted to prepare a thank-you gift for the two, so he hurriedly ordered people to chase after them, but they could not find them anywhere.

Helpless, Jia Zheng could only put the jade away properly, and Lady Wang personally guarded it, forbidding anyone from entering the room.

With a cure found for her beloved grandson, Grandmother Jia felt much more at ease and returned to Rongqing Hall to rest for the time being.

In the evening, something magical happened.