Feng Jin's few words silenced the old man with the white beard into speechlessness.
"You Daoist, you keep saying the child has golden eyes. Let me ask you, can golden eyes recover to their original state?"
"Golden eyes are a sign of abnormality. Unless the Immortal Venerable takes pity, golden eyes can improve. Protecting golden eyes is destroying the heritage of the Duke of Yue's mansion. To save one person and ruin a hundred is a sin!"
The white-bearded old man instantly found his confidence and said with certainty.
Feng Jin sneered, "What if I cure the young master?"
"Impossible, golden eyes can never be cured!" The white-bearded old man immediately retorted. Seeing that the situation was not good, he began to incite Madam Zhang, "Madam, this woman is spreading wild talk. Keeping the golden eyes will harm all the descendants of the Duke of Yue's mansion!"
Madam Zhang was startled and completely believed the white-bearded old man's words, "Come, seize this demoness for me and throw her out!"
"Who dares!" Chu Ning'er, who had always been delicate, instantly changed her demeanor, "Whoever dares to touch my child, I will fight them!"
Chu Ning'er tightly protected the child, the child she carried for ten months and gave birth to with her life. Even if it was an inauspicious demon, she would keep the child.
"What are you standing around for? Aren't you coming?" Madam Zhang, seeing that none of the servants dared to step forward, urged impatiently.
"All of you stop! Whether this child is a demon, a god, or a human, they are all blood of our Duke of Yue's mansion. I have fought on countless battlefields and killed innumerable enemies. What kind of demons or ghosts have I not seen? Just because of a pair of golden eyes, to bury my grandson alive, such an inhumane act must not happen to me!"
The Duke of Yue looked serious and his attitude was extremely firm.
"My Lord, you are confused! Don't you consider Erlang and Sanlang?"
Madam Zhang quickly advised. She doted on her youngest son, Sanlang, the most, and he was already of marriageable age.
If it got out that the Duke of Yue's mansion had a child with golden eyes, what girl would be willing to marry into their family?
"I think you are the confused one!" The Duke of Yue was very displeased with Madam Zhang's actions.
Usually, out of consideration for her hard work in managing all the affairs of the mansion, and because they were husband and wife, even if Madam Zhang had shortcomings, he had never blamed her, turning a blind eye and letting things slide.
Today, she had become so confused, lightly believing in superstitions, and was about to cause unrest in the household.
"Young Madam Ling, you said just now that you can cure golden eyes. Is it true?"
If the golden eyes could be cured, that would be the best.
"Since I dared to say it, I have absolute confidence."
It was just neonatal jaundice. If she couldn't cure it, she wouldn't be worthy of her reputation.
"Then we will trouble Young Madam to treat him. As long as the child can be cured, our Duke of Yue's mansion will do its utmost to repay your great kindness!"
"Sister, the child..." Chu Ning'er, her face full of tears, held the child and looked pleadingly at Feng Jin.
"Don't worry, I will save the child. You are still in confinement, go back to your room to rest."
Feng Jin comforted Chu Ning'er, paused, and then said, "Move all the young master's things to the Princess's room."
She truly didn't understand what ancient people were thinking. They were clearly mother and son, yet they weren't allowed to be in the same room, and had to be separated.
Mother and child are connected by heart after ten months of pregnancy. What an infant needs most after birth is its mother.
"This is not in accordance with etiquette. How can mother and son share a room!"
Madam Zhang immediately jumped out to object. In a noble household, children were meant to inherit the family. Overly doting mothers spoil their children. Mothers were not supposed to raise children personally.
Of her three sons, only the youngest, Sanlang, was raised by her side.
This has been the rule since ancient times, how could it be changed arbitrarily?
"Etiquette, I only know the natural bond between mother and child. Children should be with their mothers, especially now that the young master is weak, the Princess should be by his side to take care of him."
Feng Jin's persistent words left Madam Zhang speechless.
"This is our family matter, it's not for an outsider like you to worry about. Don't think that just because you are the young madam of the Ling Mansion, I won't dare to do anything to you!"
Having managed the Duke of Yue's mansion for many years, no one had ever dared to contradict her. Instantly, Madam Zhang's expression turned unpleasant.
"Since Madam Duke knows that Feng Jin is the young madam of our Ling Mansion, you should not speak such foolish words!"
Ling Mo Han's face showed his displeasure. With him standing there, Madam Zhang dared to be so presumptuous.
She clearly didn't put his Ling Mansion in his eyes.
"A woman, with long hair and short knowledge, what right do you have to speak here? Hurry back to the rear courtyard and have the kitchen prepare some good dishes to entertain our distinguished guests!"
The Duke of Yue reprimanded angrily, directly sending Madam Zhang away. A woman, speaking without thinking.
The Ling Mansion had produced generations of distinguished officials. The elder Master Ling had served as tutor to two emperors and had even held the position of Grand Tutor. General Ling, the elder brother, was the General who defended the nation and had already been ennobled as Duke. Ling Mo Han, at a young age, had topped the imperial examinations and was already a Grand Tutor.
During a crisis on the border, he abandoned literature for martial arts, defeated the enemy forces, and earned the name God of War.
The Ling family held a position of power second to none in Southern Chu. Although the Duke of Yue's mansion was also a ducal title, it had declined by his generation, relying only on the glory of their ancestors.
Fortunately, with the Emperor's favor, Princess Qing Ping was married to Liang Chen, and the Duke of Yue's mansion began to show signs of revival.
"Young General, Young Madam, please forgive us. A woman who knows no bounds!"
The Duke of Yue was very discerning and ordered the servants to act according to Feng Jin's instructions.
The child, perhaps sensing his mother's presence, slept soundly.
"Sister, thank you. If you hadn't stopped me in time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen this child!"
Chu Ning'er reached out and touched the child's sleeping face. This was the first time she had looked at her child so carefully since his birth.
The child she had carried for ten months, and she didn't even have the right to raise him.
"Waa... waa..." The child in the cradle suddenly began to cry.
"He might be hungry," Feng Jin guessed.
Chu Ning'er quickly called for a wet nurse to feed the child.
"Waa... waa..."
"Princess, the young master is not eating!"
The wet nurse was sweating profusely. The child in her arms seemed to be deliberately defying her, refusing to eat a single bite.
"Princess, the young master was fine yesterday, but he's not eating today."
"This..."
Chu Ning'er also lacked experience and was at a loss.
"The child probably smells your scent and refuses to eat anyone else's milk."
Children are closest to their mothers, and once they smell their mother's scent, they naturally won't get close to others.
"What should we do?" Chu Ning'er was full of regret. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have held the child.
Hearing the child's cries, her heart was filled with self-reproach.
"It's very simple, you feed the child yourself."
It was a mother's nature to feed her child, so what was there to be difficult about?
"I feed him myself?"
Chu Ning'er's face was filled with surprise. Wet nurses always fed children, not mothers.