Yang Ruxin didn’t actually get angry; after all, the more skills one has, the better. Now as a disciple of Dao Xuzi, it would indeed be shameful if she knew nothing because not all illnesses could be cured by intention alone.
Therefore, she still prepared a quite lavish breakfast in the morning.
Before eating, she didn’t forget to boil and drink the herbal medicine Dao Xuzi had just prepared.
Sanni returned very quickly, her face showing disappointment, "Tian Jinhua just made a fuss for a bit, and then Lin Yue’e pulled her into the house to talk things over. I couldn’t hear anything."
"Hehe," Yang Ruxin laughed, "If we can’t hear, we can’t hear. What about those two?"
"They went back," Sanni hurried to wash her hands and help set up the meal.
Yang Ruxin nodded, "Later, I will teach you how to do enemas. They’ll be delicious for the New Year."
"Okay," Sanni immediately let go of the village gossip at the prospect of having something to do later.
The Dong Family’s separate residence in the county town.
At this time, not only were Mo Wenjie, Dong Family’s son-in-law, and the elderly Master Dong living there, but even the old madam and Dong Ruoqiu had arrived, and they had even decided to spend the New Year there.
As a result, the Dong Family’s separate residence had become extraordinarily lively.
But that fake Mo Wenjie was somewhat troubled; with this undying old man here, how could he carry out his plans? Especially since Dong Ruoqiu had also arrived, facing such a foolish person every night, he felt that he was going to collapse.
Even though the elders of the Dong Family tacitly allowed him to take in concubines and sleep with the maidservants, he didn’t dare to go too far. Besides, for the past two months, he had been abstaining because that illness was indeed torturous. Now that he had finally recovered, that annoying ghost had shown up.
Alas, since she was here, he might as well produce an heir for the Dong Family soon. After all, their vast family wealth needed to be inherited.
He didn’t understand why, after being married for five years and not having abstained from marital duties—after all, Dong Ruoqiu was quite beautiful—Dong Ruoqiu’s belly was still not showing any signs of pregnancy.
In another yard, Madam Ya looked towards Dong Wenming, "My Lord, does she really resemble mother that much?" She too was startled upon receiving the news because, in the Dong Family, that used to be a taboo subject.
Dong Wenming nodded, "I felt it was familiar from the first glance, and then the more I looked, the more it seemed familiar. She really looks exactly like mother when she was young." At the time, he also didn’t know why he had been so insistent on wanting to meet the Divine Doctor mentioned by Dong Hang. Although he kept running into obstacles, he still clung to that determination. Unexpectedly, his persistence really brought a surprise. Although he wasn’t sure, still, wasn’t there a glimmer of hope?
Back then, his mother’s health declined after his sister went missing. She had barely managed to survive until after his wedding before she passed away, resentfully. As she was dying, she clung to his hand, begging him to find his sister... Now, only father was still struggling, hoping for news about Little Xiuxiu one day, so that he could face death without regrets.
"But her age..."
"I’m thinking, could she be Xiuxiu’s child?" Dong Wenming’s face filled with hope, "If that’s the case then..." He had sent people to check, but so far there had been no result. In any case, he would first get on good terms with this Yang Divine Doctor, then find an opportunity to meet her mother alone. If she really was Xiuxiu, he would recognize her for sure. There was a twelve-year gap between him and his sister; when she was born, he had held and kissed her and even bathed her.
He could have gone directly to the Yang Family, but he was afraid of being turned away. After all, the impression Yang Ruxin gave him was too domineering.