Shen Xiang didn't dare to hesitate any longer. She searched the room for all the tattered shirts and tightly wrapped Ming Xi in them, then hastily headed towards the courtyard where the master was.

Outside, it was a snowy day with feathers of geese dancing in the air. It was approaching midnight, and the weather was even colder, freezing the earth.

As soon as she stepped out of the dilapidated door, Shen Xiang's hands were numbed by the cold, but she disregarded it and continued forward with difficult steps.

An ordinary person could arrive in a matter of moments, but it took Shen Xiang half an hour.

As she reached the front gate of the courtyard, she held hope in her eyes. Just as she was about to approach, however, two guards intercepted her.

"What do you do?"

A guard cleared his throat and inquired, then noticed a raggedly dressed old woman and disdainfully pushed her aside.

"General is currently resting. No one is available. Please report back tomorrow if there's something urgent."

Shen Xiang became anxious as soon as he heard it, begging repeatedly, "Master... Master, please, please do me a favor... Could you please go in and deliver the message..."

This is the English translation of the paragraph: "This old servant... This old servant is Shen Xiang, who serves the young master in the backyard... The young master has been injured and caught a cold, currently running a high fever... I beg the official to inform the master... Please, at least... at least get some medicine for the young master..."

As soon as she finished speaking, another guard said, "Young Master? That monster?"

After he finished speaking, he sneered and forcefully pushed Shen Xiang to the ground. "Hurry up and leave! Don't let me be affected by his bad luck."

Shen Xiang suddenly fell down, his whole body freezing stiff and aching. Still, he forced himself to get up and continued to plead: "Please...official...save Young Master..."

"Get lost!" The guard scolded sharply, and even tried to raise his foot to kick.

The small guard beside him stopped him and said, "Forget it... he's a cripple."

Upon hearing this persuasion, the guard withdrew his raised foot and stood back in his original spot with a gloomy expression.

Shen Xiang gratefully glanced at the young guard and then approached him, taking out the only remaining copper coin from his pocket.

Sir, the old man knows that you are kind-hearted... Could I trouble you to go in and deliver a message for me... Is that possible?

Her humble plea, as she forcefully inserted a copper coin into his hand.

"You... you... well... forget it, just wait here," the young guard glanced at his companion and turned to walk towards the depths of the courtyard.

As he entered the courtyard, he bumped into Meng Ping, who had woken up due to the noisy commotion.

"Second Madam..." The young attendant hurriedly lowered his head and respectfully called out in a low voice.

"What's going on? Why all the noise?" Meng Ping frowned and asked, giving him an angry glare.

"It...it is an old slave serving the young master in the backyard. He...he says the young master has a high fever...his life is in danger...he asked me to come in and inform..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ping couldn't help but retort, "Enter what? Transmit what? That monster, just burn it to death."

"But..."

"But what? The master is peacefully sleeping. If you wake him up, I promise you won't be able to leave in one piece! Now get lost!"

The little guard clenched his fists, as if he wanted to say something, but she interrupted him abruptly.

Although he didn't have much affection for the rumored monster young master in the backyard, seeing Meng Ping's attitude like this, he couldn't help but feel a bit resentful and helpless in his heart.

But he was only a servant, insignificant and easily ignored, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything else. After bowing to her, he quickly withdrew from the courtyard.

Shen Xiang heard their conversation clearly from outside and saw that their last hope was about to be shattered. She dared not hesitate any longer and pushed aside the guard in front of her, rushing into the courtyard and shouting.

"Master...! I beg you to save Young Master...! He is burning with a high fever... he is almost at death's door!"

She screamed and fell to her knees, repeatedly kowtowing on the ground. Each kowtow was heavier than the last, until the frost-covered snow became stained with blood.

Seeing her forehead split open and blood flowing, Meng Ping, who hadn't even entered the house yet, was suddenly startled.