"Master! There is a boy outside, claiming to be Qiao Qianhui, and he wants to see the fourth son."

The servant didn't want to come and notify, because the child looked really forlorn. However, the Fourth Master’s situation is special, and he was afraid that there might be something truly important.

“Qiao Qianhui?” Bai Huixin, looking haggard, stared in surprise at Old Master Huo. “Isn’t this the name that Yichen has been calling for these past two days?”

Mr. Huo sat beside the bed, grief-stricken, watching his grandson, who was bruised and unconscious.

This is his most beloved, most cherished grandson, the heir to the Huo family's future.

He is now lying lifeless in bed due to a car accident, possibly never waking up. Even if he wakes up, he may be bedridden for the rest of his life.

Old Master Huo pondered for a moment then said, "Let him in."

The heavy and imposing metal gate swung open slowly.

This is probably the largest royal garden in North Korea. On both sides are towering old trees and lifelike, massive stone carvings. In the distance, you can see various tulip and rose gardens.

The child wore a tattered white cloak, beneath which was only a thin shirt. Half of his face was covered by a dirty piece of cloth. He was slender and small, looking like a pitiful little beggar.

Everyone in the Huo family couldn't understand why Huo Yichen, who was in a coma, would keep calling out that child's name.

Even the usually composed and elegant Mrs. Bai, Hui Xin, couldn't hide the disdain in her eyes. "You... are Qiao Qian Shui? Do you know my son, Yichen?"

Although the boy looked dirty, his deer-like eyes were clear and spirited, and his voice was crisp and clear: "Madam, hello, I'm Qiao Qianhui, from the Qiao family in Yun City. It was me who saved Huo Yichen that day and sent him to the hospital. Before he fell into a coma, he promised that if I saved him, he would marry me. I'm here to marry him."

All the servants present were dumbfounded, looking at him as if he were crazy.

All people in the North know that Huo Yichen has always been arrogant and unyielding. He would absolutely not be coerced into saving his life.

Besides, he was known for his indifference to women. Many beautiful and wealthy young ladies tried to get close to him, but he never gave them a second glance, let alone this ugly country girl before him.

Old Mr. Huo remembered his grandson's incoherent murmurings during his two-day coma, "Qiao Qianhui..."

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, the child probably wasn't lying.

Bai Huixin found it hard to meet the eyes of old Master Huo, who remained silent. She quickly turned to the girl and said, "I'm sorry, little one. Even if he is in a coma after the accident, he can't marry you. Our Yichen has a fiancee. Besides, you shouldn't believe what someone on their deathbed says!"

Joe Chien-hsuei knew getting them to agree wouldn't be easy.

Now, <<< can do nothing on her own. If she cannot marry into the Huo family, she will have no power or influence to return to Yun City and reclaim what rightfully belongs to her, nor will she be able to seek revenge against her stepmother and stepsister.

Even if the other party is a human implant, they must be married!

Moreover, it is highly likely to restore Huo Yichen to his former self.

"If only I could marry him, I'd find a way to wake him up."

As soon as these words were uttered, the looks of disdain from those present became even more pronounced.

All the most authoritative doctors in Quanbei said that Huo Yichen had a very slim chance of waking up. A vagrant who knows where he came from actually said he could wake him up.

It goes without saying, they're here to take advantage of us.

For Bai Huixin, her husband had already passed away tragically. Her son was the only solace in her life. If her son never woke up, the blow would undoubtedly be fatal.

Perhaps the boy was a conman, but he might also be our only hope. In haste, she asked, "Can you really save my son?"

To gain their trust, Qiao Qianhui looked at them with clear and determined eyes and said, "Yes. But this won't be accomplished overnight. You have to give me time."

At this time, even the usually calm and wise Master Huo was shaking. As long as his grandson could be saved, he would agree to anything. "What can you do?"

If Qiao Qianhui's true method were to be spoken aloud, she would likely be deemed insane and committed to a mental institution. Therefore, she concocted a lie: "I have an ancestral recipe that has successfully treated patients with conditions similar to Huo Si's."

Though Mr. Huo was old, he radiated the aura of a patriarch, one that couldn't be challenged. "If you can't do it," he said, "you know the consequences?"

Qiao Qianhui of course knew the Ho family's status in Beigu, and she couldn't afford to offend them. However, she was now like a child with only one foot, single-minded and focused. No matter how miserable her circumstances, they couldn't be worse than they were now.

“Master Huo, please trust me.”

Old Master Huo's aged eyes stared straight at him for a while, as if he were trying to see through his very soul.

After a moment of thought, he spoke heavily, "Your condition is to marry Yichen."

Qiao Qianhui nodded her head, her expression serious and self-assured. "Yes, he promised to marry me."

At this time, a servant came forward and said, "Master, Mistress, Miss Yang, and Mrs. Yang will come later to visit the youngest."

Bai Hui anxiously looked at Qiao Lao Ye, "Dad, what about Yang Miss and Yichen's marriage now?"

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