âWhatâs on your mind, child?â
Ye Xueâe was taken aback, her delicate finger poking her daughterâs forehead with a smile and a rebuke, âYour mother has said so much, but it seems Iâve spoken in vain.â
âMother, you seem to really like Senior Brother Ji.â
Lin Qingluo, whose intelligence was unparalleled, sensed something amiss from her motherâs inadvertently revealed maternal smile.
Considering one possibility, she couldnât help but feel goosebumps.
She was only twelve years old, and her mother wouldnât be considering settling a marriage so early, would she?
Oh, my dear mother!
Was her wonderful life just beginning, only to be bound by marriage?
Absolutely not!
She had to dispel her motherâs thoughts as soon as possible!
âMother, Qingluo has a very important matter to attend to. I must go to the Western Region and Southern Borderland. This time, Iâll be farther away and away from home for a longer period. Iâm sorry that I wonât be able to accompany you.â@@novelbin@@
âYouâre going on another journey?â
Upon hearing this, Ye Xueâeâs thoughts of matchmaking the children vanished instantly, and her pretty face visibly lost color.
âMother, you know Qingluo well; Iâm used to roaming outside and canât stay at home.â
Lin Qingluo couldnât bear it, gently holding Ye Xueâeâs hand, and began another round of consolation.
**
Second Aunt Lin was unwell and couldnât attend the family banquet.
Lin Qingluo, concerned about her second auntâs health, left Quiet Elegance Residence without stopping and went straight to Second Aunt Linâs dwelling courtyard.
Quiet Fragrance Garden.
Lin Jinyang carefully held a bowl of medicine, blowing the liquid gently to cool it down. After tasting it and finding it not too hot, he handed it to his mother.
Second Aunt Lin, leaning against a soft pillow and struggling to sit up, glanced at the thick medicine liquid and felt nauseous, involuntarily wanting to vomit.
âLet Madam have a sour plum first, then drink the medicine when she doesnât feel like vomiting anymore.â
Mo Canglan, fearing that the painstakingly brewed bowl of medicine would be wasted, took the bowl and reminded her softly.
âMother, if you donât want to drink it, you donât have to. Let your son massage your back to make you feel better.â
Lin Jinyang picked a sour plum from the fruit plate, put it into Second Aunt Linâs mouth, and tenderly massaged her back, gently comforting her.
âEldest Miss is here!â
At this moment, Lin Qingluo entered the courtyard. Second Aunt Linâs trusted maidservant, Xiang Ming, saw her and let her in with bright eyes and a lifted curtain.
âMaster.â
âSister.â
Lin Jinyang and Mo Canglan heard Xiang Mingâs announcement, both couldnât help but feel delighted, and turned their heads towards the entrance.
âSixth Brother, Brother Lan, howâs Second Auntâs illness?â
Lin Qingluo walked in quickly, and she appeared in front of the two young men as she spoke.
âSecond Aunt Linâs illness is recurring, and she can hardly drink any medicine. She tries to drink a few sips, but it all comes back up.â
Mo Canglanâs joy lasted only a second. Hearing Masterâs inquiry about the illness, his eyes dimmed in an instant.
âMother hasnât been sleeping well these past few days either.â
Lin Jinyang was extremely worried. At night, she would experience pain in her chest, weak breaths, and intense discomfort.
âIf she canât drink the medicine, boil it down more, add some honey, and make it into pills.â
Lin Qingluo furrowed her beautiful brows, quietly instructing Mo Canglan first.
âAlright.â
Mo Canglan had no objections, holding the bowl of medicine and leaving the room.
âSecond Aunt, please lie down. Iâll examine you.â
Lin Qingluo watched him leave, took two steps forward, and, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently helped Second Aunt Lin to lie down.
âQingluo, Iâm sorry to trouble you.â
Second Aunt Linâs face was ashen, her lips tinged with a sickly gray, and she looked extremely weak.