Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2618: Why Are You So Happy?

Chapter 2618: Why Are You So Happy?

Meanwhile, rooted aquatic plants not only could absorb nutrients from the soil but also firmly anch.o.r.ed themselves to the land.

Ning Shu threaded her needle through the fabric and smiled. “It’s not like you’re getting married into the marquis’ mansion yourself. Why are you so happy?”

“I am just a non-legitimate daughter, how could I possibly marry into the marquis’ mansion? Third Sister must be joking,” Lu Yujing replied.

“What I meant was that once Eldest Sister gets married, it won’t tarnish our family reputation anymore, and then we’ll also have suitors coming for us.”

Ning Shu sighed deeply. That was someone else’s life after all. Even if the Lu family had a good reputation, it wouldn’t necessarily benefit her.

However, if the Lu family’s reputation was bad, it would surely bring trouble to them. It just felt so unfair.

“You have a beautiful hairpin on your head.” Ning Shu looked at the silver hairpin adorning Lu Yujing’s bun. It was finely crafted with delicate b.u.t.terfly wings that trembled as she moved, giving an impression that they could flutter away any moment.

Silver itself wasn’t valuable, but this craftsmans.h.i.+p made the hairpin quite precious.

Considering Lu Yujing’s situation, she shouldn’t possess such an item.

Lu Yujing touched her own hairpin and smiled. “Is it beautiful?”

Ning Shu nodded. “It is.”

“Where did you get it?” Ning Shu asked curiously.

“Oh… um… it’s an heirloom left by my mother,” Lu Yujing explained.

Ning Shu responded with an understanding nod.

After chatting for a while with Ning Shu, Lu Yujing excused herself and left.

Ning Shu returned to embroidering flowers when suddenly Yuan Xiang rushed into the room panting heavily without even having time to curtsy. She stuttered, “Miss, something big has happened.”

“What’s happened?” Ning Shu set aside her embroidery and inquired.

“Young Master Wu is in trouble, he’s sick,” Yuan Xiang gasped for breath while delivering the news.

Lu Jinghui was sick? He was usually so lively and disliked by others. People in the mansion avoided him like the plague.

He was basically known as a little devil incarnate. How could he fall ill?

“What kind of illness?” Ning Shu asked.

“They say it’s smallpox. Young Master Wu’s courtyard has already been quarantined,” Yuan Xiang explained.

Smallpox?!

In this era, smallpox was a life-threatening disease. If you survived it, you’d never get it again in this lifetime. But if you couldn’t survive it… that would be unfortunate.

Lu Jinghui suddenly contracting smallpox was alarming news indeed.

Ning Shu tidied herself up a bit and prepared to make her way to Lu Jinghui’s courtyard to a.s.sess the situation.

“Miss, we’re talking about smallpox! You can’t go there! Besides, the courtyard has already been sealed off,” Yuan Xiang pleaded anxiously.

“I’m just going to have a look,” Ning Shu insisted firmly.

When she arrived at the entrance of Lu Jinghui’s courtyard, there were many people gathered there—concern etched on their faces.

“Oh my child, Jinghui…” Mistress Yun was crying so hard she didn’t even have the strength to stand. Maidservants supported her by her side.

Her expression was filled with immense grief.

Lu Mingxuan, who had been embroidering dowry items in her courtyard, also emerged from within and stood at the entrance of the courtyard with an extremely worried expression.

Almost everyone from the family had gathered here to keep watch over Lu Jinghui.

Ning Shu lowered her head and quietly joined them at the entrance. Lu Yuanfan kept peering into the courtyard, his expression filled with worry.