Luo Sheng stopped in her tracks, asking without showing any emotion: “Which concubine?”

“First Concubine, of course.” Kou’er didn’t find Luo Sheng’s question strange at all.

Miss cared about different things than ordinary women—being able to distinguish between those concubines was already quite good.

Feeling it wasn’t quite appropriate to gossip about the Grand Commander’s concubines, Kou’er lowered her voice and considerately added: “First Concubine was originally Madam’s dowry maid. During Madam’s lifetime, she helped Madam manage household affairs. They say when Madam passed away, First Concubine was pregnant. She was so grief-stricken and cried so hard that she ultimately miscarried…”

“Is that so?” Luo Sheng recalled First Concubine’s appearance.

The image of a woman in plain clothing, dignified and steady, entered her mind.

Speaking of which, First Concubine had almost no presence—she was as faded as a washed-out ink painting.

But thinking carefully, she was actually a woman with refined features.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Sheng entered Xianyun Courtyard and gave instructions: “Go inform the three young misses and the concubines that the Young Master was injured today.”

Although it was already evening, it wasn’t yet bedtime. Since Luo Chen was injured, it was proper to send word to each household.

Once the three young misses and concubines knew, naturally they would go visit.

Just as Luo Sheng expected, after receiving the news, Luo Ying and the others almost immediately changed into outer robes and went to Luo Chen’s courtyard.

Grand Commander Luo had just finished eating the meat pies and come to check on Luo Chen when he suddenly saw his daughters and concubines arriving in waves. He was momentarily stunned.

“What is this—”

Sixth Concubine dabbed at the corners of her eyes and spoke: “Master, the Young Master being injured is such a major matter. Why didn’t you tell us? We only found out because Miss sent someone to inform us.”

“Yes, Master, you shouldn’t have kept such a big matter from us…”

Seeing the concubines filled with righteous indignation, Grand Commander Luo impatiently darkened his expression.

How did getting poked once on the buttocks become such a tremendous matter?

These women only knew how to add chaos!

Seeing Grand Commander Luo’s reaction, the concubines showed little fear.

Sixth Concubine twisted her handkerchief: “Master, this concubine heard the Young Master was injured on his buttocks. Is it serious?”

The buttocks—if it had been just a bit off—hiss, she didn’t dare think about it, didn’t dare think about it.

The concubines had obviously all thought of this, anxiously looking at Grand Commander Luo.

The Young Master was the Luo Manor’s only male heir. In the future, they would all have to rely on the Young Master—nothing could happen to him!

Grand Commander Luo’s face turned black with anger: “What the hell do you mean ‘serious’? All of you, get back now!”

“We haven’t even seen the Young Master yet—”

One concubine was speaking when young servant Fu Song hurriedly emerged from the inner chamber: “The Young Master says he’s resting and requests that the young misses and concubines all return.”

Luo Ying was first to curtsy to Grand Commander Luo: “Father, then daughter will return first. I’ll come see younger brother again tomorrow during the day.”

Once Luo Ying left, Luo Qing and Luo Yue followed suit.

“Master, we’ll also return and come see the Young Master again tomorrow morning.” First Concubine, who had remained silent until now, spoke up.

A group of concubines left with worried hearts.

Could it be that the injury was too severe and they weren’t being allowed to see him?

No, they had to come earlier tomorrow.

Grand Commander Luo lifted his feet and walked into the inner chamber.

Luo Chen’s face was pale with anger. Even when Grand Commander Luo entered, he didn’t make a sound.

This was perfect—now everyone in the entire manor knew his buttocks had been injured.

Damn that Luo Sheng!

After cursing once in his heart, the young man felt this wasn’t quite right.

Actually, Luo Sheng had meant well. When it came down to it, it was Father who had taken too many concubines.

Thinking this way, Luo Chen frowned and glanced at Grand Commander Luo.

“Chen’er, how do you feel? Does it still hurt? This father brought two bottles of excellent wound medicine. In a moment, have Fu Song apply it for you.”

Luo Chen said indifferently: “Thank you, Father, but that’s unnecessary. The divine physician left me a bottle of wound medicine.”

“Divine physician?” Grand Commander Luo was stunned.

He knew a medical clinic had newly opened across from the Youjian Tavern, and he knew the clinic’s proprietor was Divine Physician Li.

But Divine Physician Li had actually given Chen’er wound medicine?

“The divine physician’s clinic is right across the way. After your son was injured, elder sister invited the divine physician over.” Luo Chen explained.

Grand Commander Luo fell into silence.

After his assassination, when he lay in bed half-dead for so many days, Pingli and the others had tried multiple times to invite the divine physician without success. If Sheng’er hadn’t returned in time, he would have lost his life.

Yet Chen’er had only injured his buttocks, and with one invitation from Sheng’er, the physician came to examine him and even gave medicine…

Was there such a difference between his face and Sheng’er’s?

He needed a moment to process this.

“Your son is fine, Father need not worry. Please return and rest early.”

Grand Commander Luo nodded: “Very well then. You rest well and recuperate. Don’t go to the tavern these next few days.”

Thinking about not being able to go to the tavern, Luo Chen’s mood immediately worsened further. He responded lazily.

Grand Commander Luo completely understood his son’s feelings.

If he were the one eating happily at the tavern every day and suddenly couldn’t go, his mood would be even worse.

As soon as Grand Commander Luo left, Luo Chen instructed Fu Song: “If the concubines come to see me tomorrow, tell them I’m still sleeping.”

Just thinking about being fussed over by so many women concerned about his buttock injury was irritating.

“What if Third Miss comes?”

Luo Chen gave Fu Song a cold look.

Fu Song had a sudden realization: “Understood. I’ll tell her you’re still sleeping.”

Luo Chen’s expression grew even colder.

Fu Song hesitated: “Then… invite Third Miss in?”

Luo Chen didn’t say yes, nor did he say no. He said indifferently: “Pour me a cup of water.”

The corner of Fu Song’s mouth twitched slightly.

He could see it now—the Young Master was just being stubborn with a soft heart when it came to Third Miss.

Sigh, being a personal servant wasn’t easy either.

The group of concubines was intercepted by Hong Dou halfway along the path.

“Are the concubines coming from the Young Master’s quarters?”

The concubines nodded with guarded hearts.

“First Concubine, our Miss requests that you come over. She wants to ask about the Young Master’s situation.”

First Concubine said nothing more and walked toward Hong Dou.

Sixth Concubine, worried that First Concubine would be put in a difficult position, gathered her courage and said: “Why doesn’t Miss just send someone directly to the Young Master’s place to check?”

Hong Dou gave Sixth Concubine a sidelong glance: “Miss was thinking the Young Master might have already gone to rest and couldn’t bear to disturb him.”

First Concubine turned back: “You all return first.”

“Elder Sister—”

First Concubine shook her head slightly and departed with Hong Dou, leaving behind a group of increasingly worried concubines.

“What matter does Miss wish to see me about?” Standing before Luo Sheng, First Concubine asked calmly.

“First Concubine, please sit first.”

First Concubine silently sat down.

“Did First Concubine see my younger brother?”

“The Young Master had retired for the night. I didn’t see him, only asked Fu Song about his condition.”

Luo Sheng gestured for Kou’er to serve First Concubine tea, then holding her own tea said casually: “First Concubine was once my mother’s maidservant, correct?”

First Concubine started, then lowered her eyes: “Yes.”

“What kind of person was my mother?”

First Concubine looked deeply at Luo Sheng.

The young woman held her teacup with a casual expression and languid tone, making it completely impossible to discern what she was thinking.

In First Concubine’s memory, this was almost the first time since Miss turned six that she had asked about Madam.

First Concubine didn’t speak immediately. Luo Sheng simply waited quietly, full of patience.

Finally, First Concubine said: “Madam was a completely different person from Miss.”