Ling Weiliang lived in her previous room. When Zuo Zimo entered, the servants were helping to deal with the filth. Xiaoxiao was supporting Weiliang and was about to feed her medicine.
Seeing the situation in the room, Zuo Zimo couldn't help but worried and frowned: "How is it? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Ling Weiliang leaned on the edge of the bed, smiled weakly and said: "It doesn't matter, I'll just take some medicine. I'm really sorry for waking everyone up so late."
Zuo Zimo walked over, took the water cup and medicine from Smile's hand naturally, and fed her: "Why are you so polite? This is your home. If you need anything, just tell everyone directly. Everyone will be happy to do so."
Take care of you."
"That's right, young mistress, if you need anything from us, just ask, don't worry about troublesome us!" Some of the servants of the Zuo family were recruited when the old man was still young, and some came after Wei Liang was brought back to the Zuo family.
But no matter when they came in, they all got along with each other for a long time. Everyone liked Ling Weiliang's kind and generous personality, without any airs of a young lady or a young lady.
Hearing what Zuo Zimo said, he hurriedly echoed.
Next to him, another servant also said: "That's right! Madam, you are such a kind person, but you would suffer from such a problem. It's true that good people don't live long, and we all feel unfair for you."
"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about?" The previous servant hurriedly glared at her and said, "Young lady, you are not doing well. Why do you say that good people don't live long? Our young lady does!"
The servant next to him also reacted and immediately twitched his mouth and said: "Bah, bah - look at my mouth. Young Mistress, please don't be angry with me."
Ling Weiliang replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't think it's troublesome for me. Also, don't call me a young bitch in the future, I'm not that anymore. Just call me Liang!"
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The two servants hurriedly said: "In our hearts, you will always be our young mistress. There is no one in this world who is a better match for you and the young master."
Ling Weiliang warned in a warm voice: "Don't say that, if the current young mistress hears it, she will be unhappy."
"The young lady is a nice lady now, but we still hope that you can reconcile with the young master and return to this family again." The servant frowned, feeling a little sorry for the separation of the two people.
The other servant nodded silently in agreement.
Zuo Zimo spoke up at the right time, interrupting the two of them and saying, "Okay, Mom Zhang, Aunt Li, it's very late, you go back and rest!"
Outside the door, Xiang Ziyuan, who was worried and wanted to take a look, heard all this. Her chest felt like it was being pulled by a blunt knife, and she felt indescribable discomfort in her heart.
"Young mistress?" The servant came out of the room and saw her standing at the door. The expression on her elderly face was a little ugly for a moment.
When the people in the room heard the noise, they couldn't help but look towards the door.
Xiang Ziyuan gathered her emotions and walked in calmly, deliberately ignoring Zuo Zimo's slightly intimate gesture of supporting her, and only looked at Ling Weiliang, whose face was still a little pale, and said coldly: "Are you okay?"
Wei Liang politely pulled her lips, smiled and said thanks: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine. I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest."
"I hope you're fine." He nodded to Zi Wan, then turned around and left the room.
The three people left in the room had different expressions on their faces.