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Yang Wenxuan roared, kicked Zhou shi down with one foot, then went over to hug Xie shi and bolted toward the door.

Behind them, a string of blood beads was left, along with Yang Wenxuan's hysterical roar: "Quickly, call Dr. Jia over!"

After a busy hour, Dr. Jia came out of Xie's room.

"Master Jia, how is my humble self? Is the child well?" Yang Wenxuan hurried forward and asked anxiously.

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Doctor Jia glanced at Yang Wenxuan, then shook his head. "I've done my best, but Madam's injuries are too severe. Her placenta has been ruptured and the amniotic fluid has leaked out. The baby can't survive."

"Ah?"

Yang Wenxuan was dumbfounded, his whole body froze in place, his mind blank. Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!

“This child is already a stillbirth, and it must be removed from the womb immediately, or else, both the mother and the adult's lives are in danger.” Dr. Jia continued.

"I have given the madam the potion to induce labor. In another bowl of tea's time, the medicine will take effect. Master Yang, please prepare a midwife. I shall take my leave now."

Dr. Jia left with his medicine box.

In the room, Yang Wenxuan was still frozen in place, like a clay sculpture.

After a bout of hysterical screaming, Xie managed to give birth to the fetus inside her, at the cost of half her life.

Ping'er came out from the inner room, wrapping that lump of blurred flesh in a handkerchief and standing before Yang Wenxuan.

Ping'er bit her lip, her eyes were red and she hesitated to speak.

Yang Wenxuan's gaze fell on the blood-stained handkerchief, "Can, can you tell the gender?"

Ping'er nodded.

Yang Wenxuan then reached out and, trembling, lifted the handkerchief slightly.

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A fetus of nearly four months, the features are not yet very obvious, but Yang Wenxuan saw the initial form already taking shape.

I had a strong feeling that this was a boy, my son!

"Take it down and put it away properly!"

Yang Wenxuan choked back tears, withdrew his hand and turned his head away.

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Ping'er nodded tearfully, carrying the dead infant out of the room.

Here, Yang Wenxuan stumbled to the table and slumped over it, crying loudly, pounding his fists on the tabletop.

After crying for a while, he suddenly raised his head, grabbed a pair of scissors from the sewing basket on the table and rushed out of the room, straight to Zhou's house.

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"Witch, come out and pay for my son's life!"

The Zhou family's door was tightly shut from the inside, with a bolt inserted. Behind the bolt, there should have been a chair moved in to prop it up.

The objective was very clear: to prevent Yang Wenxuan from coming to cause trouble.

Yang Wenxuan was at the door, kicking it with all his might. He used scissors to stab and scratch at the door frantically.

“Poisonous woman, open the door! I’m going to kill you and avenge my son!”

“Poisonous woman, get your ass out here!”

One roar after another echoed into the house, scaring the Zhou family's three souls out of their seven.

She huddled under the covers deep inside her bed, covering her ears, her whole body shaking.

Looking at the door, being kicked so hard it was almost swaying precariously, Zhou shivered with fear, tears welling up in her eyes.

Outside, Yang Wenxuan was desperately trying to break through the door. Seeing that he couldn't kick it open, he shouted towards the steward,

"Bring me the axe, I'm going to chop down this door!"

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"If you want to break down the door, come and get past me first!"

A majestic voice came from behind. It was Old Master Yang, supported by the old housekeeper, who walked into the courtyard with a cane. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

The old patriarch first glanced at the eastern room shrouded in a heavy deathly stillness, then turned his head to look towards Zhou's house.

When Old Mr. saw Yang Wenxuan standing at the door with a pair of scissors, his face turned black as a pot bottom.

"With such a major business issue at hand, you still have the time to make a fuss in the backyard?" The grandfather slammed his cane on the ground heavily, a look of deep pain on his face.

“Are you done making a fuss? Get out of here if you are!” he said.

Upon hearing the elder's instruction, Yang Wenxuan turned around with a face full of grief and said, "Father, I am your son! This wicked woman has actually killed me!"

“I can't do anything right if I don't let out this anger!” he said.

Upon hearing that his eldest grandson was gone again, the old patriarch swayed.

The fine lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to multiply instantly.

There, Yang Wenxuan saw that the old master didn't say anything, thinking that the old master tacitly agreed to his action of breaking in and killing Zhou. Please note that I can only translate the text within the angle brackets. I do not alter or interpret HTML tags.

Then, he shouted at the steward again: “What are you standing there for? Go and get an axe quickly!”

The butler looked conflicted, his questioning gaze shifting between the old master and the elderly steward.

The old man spoke again: "There's nothing to be done. Even if you split her in half, the child won't come back."

"You killed someone yourself, and you still have to bear the blame for murder. If the Zhou family investigates, you're going to be beheaded!" The old patriarch scolded angrily.

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"The family is about to go bankrupt, and you still have the time to make a fuss here? Get back to your own business!"

Under the old master's scolding, Yang Wenxuan finally dropped the scissors in his hand and ran out of the courtyard crying.

Here, the old master addressed Zhou's tightly shut door and said: "You know in your heart what kind of evil you have wrought."

"This household is now beset by internal and external troubles, tossed about by storms. It can't withstand any more upheaval."

"Ping'er, turn back and pack up your things. We'll have the carriage ready to send you and your master back to Zhou's residence to recuperate for a while. That way, you won't be here anymore, constantly causing trouble with Wenxuan and risking your lives!" he said.

Having said that, the old grandfather let out a long sigh and turned to leave the courtyard.

In the afternoon, Ping'er packed up her things and helped the tear-stained Zhou, whose eyes were swollen from crying, out of the house.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the yard, and the coachman was waiting there.

Zhou shi walked along, wiping tears as she went. She kept looking back over her shoulder at the door behind her, unwilling to leave.

She knew very well the old man's intentions; it was a veiled way of telling her to leave.

If this were a normal situation, she would definitely make a fuss, definitely argue, and definitely wouldn't leave.

But this time, she didn't dare to cause trouble with the old master and Yang Wenxuan. After all, her natal family was no longer as powerful as it used to be. With no one to back her up, she could only bite the bullet and go along with them.

As she passed by Xie's house, Zhou stopped and spat viciously at the entrance.

“Damn slut, people do their deeds, heaven watches. A bastard is a bastard, destined to be aborted, destined not to come into this world, I spit!”

Zhou cursed, gritting her teeth.

Beside her, Ping'er’s brow furrowed.

“Madam, Master will be here soon and will bother you again. We should leave as quickly as possible.” Ping’er cautiously advised.

Zhou scolded a few more words before reluctantly following Ping'er out of the courtyard and into the carriage at the gate.

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The carriage moved slowly, carrying Zhou Shi and Ping'er towards the main entrance of Yang Mansion.

The west wing.

Xie leaned against the bed, a blanket draped across her waist.

A white cloth was wrapped around her head, a common practice for women after childbirth to ward off wind-caused illness.

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