The procession of carriages and horses wobbled its way towards the Purple Garden located outside Balibao. This was a decision made by Yixuan. At home, Dong Huiying, the household matriarch, was thrown off by the sudden appearance of a son, holding her treasured little Wuwang like a ticking time bomb, while Liang Zhichen and Liang Shuyu, those two brothers, wore indecipherable expressions. In any case, they both revealed slight smiles, clearly relishing the chaos without a care in the world. By the time they reached Purple Garden, it was already deep into the night. Little Wuwang lay in the carriage, snoring softly. It had been a long day with many twists and turns, and while the adults were holding up, the child, even with his innate divine strength, was struggling to endure, now completely exhausted and in a deep sleep. As the carriage came to a stop, Yixuan dismounted, intending to carry the child, but was met with a cold glare from the wife, glaring at him fiercely. His hand recoiled as if pricked by a needle, shrinking back in guilt. Then, Dong Huiying carefully cradled Wuwang as she stepped down from the carriage; since the earthquake, this was her first return to Purple Garden. Purple Garden had also been struck by disaster, now a vast expanse of rubble, a testament to the earthquake’s ferocity. The people were still those who had once lived in the Xihui Courtyard, but now there was a little bun, and Purple Garden was no longer the same Purple Garden. Yixuan wore a cautious demeanor as he led the way through the ruins to Xihui Courtyard. At home, Lao Si, Haoming, and Little Wu, Yuenin, were suited for manual labor. Eldest Brother Zhichen and Lao San, Shujun, possessed both literary and martial skills. As for Lao Er Shuyu, despite a body full of inner strength, he was too lazy, and Xiaoliu Yixuan was out of the question. This person could handle carrying water and splitting firewood, but as for other tasks, he was a scholarly gentleman with a heavy scholarly air. Though not quite unable to carry a burden or lift anything, his strength was probably the least among the household, even less than his son Wuwang. This Xihui Courtyard was rebuilt brick by brick by Yixuan himself, modeled after its former appearance. Although there were some shortcomings, it retained the look from before, but the shattered and reassembled plaque, the cracks on the walls, the damaged furniture, could never return to their former state. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novᴇlfire.net As she stepped into Xihui Courtyard, Dong Huiying was filled with many emotions. She carried Wuwang into the room she used to live in and recalled the last time she saw Yixuan, that night, with Yixuan beneath her, his tone, his expressions, and her own gaze at that time... Her chest tightened uncontrollably. The room was fully equipped with bedding, but although the weather had warmed up, the nights were still cold. Big brother Zhichen brought a bundle of firewood to the wife’s room and helped her light the fire bed, while Shuyu directed the others in moving the three unfortunate brothers of Shujun into their own room. Meanwhile, Yixuan stood outside the door, seemingly unsure of what to do with himself. Lao Er Shuyu cast a cold glance at that troublesome Little Liu: "All these years, you’ve been outside, have you had fun?" Yixuan was taken aback. Shuyu continued, "Since you left, Eldest Brother has disappeared, you too vanished without a trace, Haoming was nowhere to be found, and for the three of you, the wife has been running about outside all these years." Then, Shuyu said, "I see you brought quite a few people with you, those people call you Master, is it the Top One Villa in the World, Chuixue Manor? If that’s the case, have you ever cared about what’s happening at home, have you ever kept track of the wife’s movements? If you truly cared, you should know how hard it has been for the wife over all these years because of you all."