The atmosphere was as heavy as a stagnant pool. Qing Yue glanced at the faces of these six brothers, comforting, "Actually, there’s no need to always think of the worst-case scenario. Perhaps she’s just tired? It’s normal for people to occasionally sleep in." But even when the wife-master sleeps in, she’s never been before. "Keep moving!" Zhi Chen looked at Yixuan, "Do you know where Yun Ge is?" Yixuan was stunned for a moment, "I’m not sure, but I do have a general idea of the direction." Zhi Chen gave him a deep look, "So Little Liu, you’re actually the most capable one in the family." Yixuan: "I..." In the end, he didn’t explain but instead said softly, "Big brother isn’t bad either. The Lord of the Mist Capital was also hard for the wife-master to find." Among brothers, it’s nothing more than fifty paces mocking a hundred. "You two, enough!" Shujun stepped out, scolding, "At a time , stop with the nonsense." Haoming, though silent, nodded heavily and then stepped into the carriage. He went to see the wife-master, not caring to watch big brother and Little Liu. Yue Ning clenched his fist, hesitated, and looked at Qing Yue. Calming down, he smiled, "Let her sleep for now. Let’s see when she wakes up." The Liang family brothers kept watch for several more hours until the next day’s dawn when Dong Huiying sat up rubbing her eyes. She yawned, still looking tired. This was an inn. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel⟡fire.net Soft footsteps were heard from outside. When the person entered, the distant mountains were like green ink, gentle and warm as jade. "The wife-master is awake?" Yixuan carried a tray and looked at the wife-master. In her daze, she suddenly remembered a long time ago, it was like just when she had arrived in this world. Back then, the family was poor, and Yixuan’s expression was no longer as distant as it was then. She recalled how in the beginning, he was unwilling to meet her gaze, often avoiding her eyes. He was the first to say to her that past grudges should be wiped clean, yet in the days that followed, he gradually became estranged. She could never understand him. "Mm, I’m awake." As she spoke, her voice was unbearably hoarse. Yixuan gave her a steady look, then knelt by the bed, slowly extending a hand to cover her head. She was slightly taken aback. He said with a smile, "You’ve been asleep for two days, big brother, and the others were very worried." "Two days?" She was a bit surprised. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" She furrowed her brows slightly, checking her pulse, still appearing normal. "I’m fine, just a bit tired." Yixuan poured her a bowl of porridge. At this time, someone entered the room quietly, "Yixuan, is Yingying awake?" The intruder was Little Wu, tiptoeing around as if doing something shady. Yixuan replied, "Awake." Then, blowing on a spoonful of millet porridge to cool it, he held the bowl to feed the wife-master, "Come on, open your mouth." Dong Huiying felt a bit uncomfortable; it seemed like, seemed like... she hadn’t experienced this in a long time. Even before Yixuan left home, he rarely fed her . Apparently, the one who fed her the most was Lao Si; Haoming especially liked to feed her. "I can do it myself." "Your body isn’t well, I can take care of this small matter." Then, the spoon was brought to her lips. She pursed them slightly, then opened her mouth, obediently letting him feed her the porridge. Yue Ning stood by the window, sometimes glancing at Yixuan, sometimes at the wife-master. He didn’t disturb them. Only after Yixuan finished feeding her half a bowl of millet porridge did he take off his shoes and climb onto the bed, "Yingying, are you okay? Was it because I made you uncomfortable that night? It’s all my fault; if you feel any discomfort, don’t hold it in, please tell me immediately!"