Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 2623: Wasn’t an Ideal Time for Marriage

Ning Shu couldn’t really intervene in such matters. If someone could survive smallpox, they’d pull through, if not…

“Miss, Eldest Miss’s wedding day is approaching soon. If Young Master Wu’s illness continues like this, it will be quite troublesome for Miss’s marriage,” sighed Yuan Xiang with the wisdom of an experienced elder.

“Yes, Eldest Sister’s wedding is fast approaching,” said Ning Shu.

If her younger brother was in such a state, it probably wasn’t an ideal time for marriage.

Ning Shu: …

Damn it.

In the middle of the night, Ning Shu arrived outside Lu Jinghui’s courtyard. She scaled the wall and jumped onto the roof to assess Lu Jinghui’s condition.

Removing a tile from the roof revealed Lu Jinghui lying on his bed with a pale face and breathing rapidly.

His face was covered in chickenpox marks.

Just by looking at his complexion alone, Ning Shu thought that Lu Jinghui might not make it through.

Dogs carry numerous bacteria on their bodies, and this particular dog even carried smallpox. Lu Jinghui, being a child with weak resistance against diseases, was especially vulnerable.

Mistress Yun remained by his bedside, continuously wiping away tears.

Ning Shu left the courtyard and returned to her own room.

She opened her makeup box, which contained some jewelry and silver—her only assets.

After closing the box and hiding it away, she sat cross-legged on the bed to cultivate.

In the end, Lu Jinghui did not survive; he passed away a few days later.

Due to his young age, Lu Jinghui’s death could be considered premature; there wasn’t even a funeral held for him.

They placed him in a coffin and buried him right away.

Lu Yuanfan’s once broad back became hunched over as Mistress Yun fainted from excessive crying.

The Lu family now had no male heir remaining—the eldest daughter was already about to get married but there would be no man to inherit their lineage anymore.

Clutching his jaw tightly while trembling with emotion, Lu Yuanfan clenched his fist.

Ning Shu glanced at Lu Junning. Her expression remained cold as always.

Following Lu Jinghui’s burial, Lu Yuanfan fell ill and had not attended court for several days.

The atmosphere within the Lu family grew increasingly strange.

Mistress Yun now possessed gray hair—a visible sign of time passing—and whenever she looked at Junning, her eyes filled with a disturbing poisonous gaze.

Noticing this, Ning Shu sensed that Mistress Yun wanted to kill Lu Junning even if it was at the cost of her own life.

After the funeral, it was time for Lu Mingxuan’s wedding. Gradually, red lanterns were hung up throughout the house.

After mourning, there would be some joyful events to change the atmosphere.

However, they didn’t make a big fuss about it.

Lu Mingxuan was sent off in a bridal sedan chair.

When Ning Shu saw Li Yu riding a tall horse to welcome and marry Lu Mingxuan, she felt relieved.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, Lu Mingxuan boarded the bridal sedan chair and headed towards the marquis’ residence.

Finally, she wouldn’t have to marry Li Yu anymore.

Ning Shu stretched lazily. It was sure tiring to live in such a tiny, cramped space.

With one less person around, the Lu residence became much quieter.

However, after marrying Li Yu, Lu Mingxuan was expected to return home to visit in three days but never came back.

“Lu Junning! I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll send you to hell!” A roar echoed from within Lu Mingxuan’s courtyard.

Immediately afterward, a disheveled woman rushed out. She was still adorned in her wedding dress, albeit wrinkled and dusty.

Her hair was unkempt as she glared fiercely at Lu Junning.

Ning Shu was taken aback for a moment when she saw Lu Mingxuan. Wasn’t she supposed to be at the Marquis’ residence?