Chang Yuncheng had just stepped out when he saw Chang Chunlan hurrying in with two maids.
“Lord.” She saw Chang Yuncheng and quickly called out.
“Elder sister, why did you come back? How is Yan’er?” Chang Yuncheng asked.
“She’s fine. She just woke up, and Yueniang is watching her. I…” Chang Chunlan hesitated, “I came back to get some things.”
Chang Yuncheng noticed something unusual in her expression, but since she didn’t elaborate, he didn’t ask further and just nodded without speaking.
“Lord, don’t blame Yueniang. It’s all because of Yan’er’s situation that she’s been going out so often and troubling herself, not properly serving mother, losing the proper conduct of a daughter-in-law, so… so…” Chang Chunlan’s eyes filled with tears as she spoke, “It’s all my fault, all mine and Yan’er’s for bringing her trouble… don’t blame her…”
She began crying again as she spoke.
Chang Yuncheng’s expression was complex.
“Elder sister, what are you saying?” he said.
Chang Chunlan knew he was unwilling to discuss this further. Her younger brother had never been one to talk much with others, especially about such private family matters.
“Second brother, you’re a good person, and Yueniang is also a good person. Good people should have good lives. In one’s lifetime, being able to find someone who suits your heart is a blessing that takes several lifetimes to earn.” She sighed and said with a sob.
Someone who suits the heart…
Was this woman someone who suited his heart?
That terrible temper of hers!
“Elder sister, you should hurry with your business. Don’t overthink it. This matter doesn’t really have much to do with mother or with serving or not serving.” Chang Yuncheng said.
Chang Chunlan looked at him, wanting to say more but holding back, ultimately saying nothing.
“Yes, I understand.” she said.
Chang Yuncheng nodded and then strode away.
Chang Yuncheng didn’t ride a horse. Qianjin Hall wasn’t far from here either. As he approached, his steps slowed.
The two servants behind him couldn’t help but feel anxious – he wasn’t going to change his mind again, was he?
“Is she really that good in your eyes?” Chang Yuncheng suddenly turned back and asked.
The two servants were stunned by the question.
Chang Yuncheng laughed after asking, shaking his head. What was he asking! These servants wouldn’t dare discuss their masters.
“Lord, the young madam is really good, very kind to all of us…” one servant said hesitantly.
“Yes, yes, she really gives us courage…” the other quickly added.
Chang Yuncheng’s expression darkened.
“Of course, of course, that’s ultimately because of you, Lord.” the speaking servant quickly added.
Chang Yuncheng suddenly burst out laughing. Passersby on the street were startled. They were about to curse at the madman, but seeing Chang Yuncheng’s dress and bearing, they quickly swallowed their words and hurried away along the wall.
The two servants were even more frightened.
Why was he laughing all of a sudden when everything was fine?
They were used to the Lord pulling a stern face and losing his temper, but this laughing was rare.
Everyone in the household, from top to bottom, liked her so much…
Even if he left and she caused some trouble, she would probably be safe and sound.
It was just mother’s situation…
Chang Yuncheng stopped laughing and sighed softly.
At Qianjin Hall, normal operations had resumed – people seeing physicians and getting medicine.
Chang Yuncheng walked in, and the handyman who saw him was startled.
“Shut up.” Chang Yuncheng stopped the handyman’s prepared commotion, then asked concisely, “Where is she?”
In the patient room, the curtains were drawn open and morning sunlight streamed in. A disciple was spraying medicinal water into corners with a watering can. He had just left when A’Hao came in carrying a bowl of water.
“Young madam, the salt-sugar water is ready…” she said.
Qi Yue was sitting beside the bed, listening to heart and lung sounds with a stethoscope. Hearing this, she removed the stethoscope.
“Yan’er, let’s drink some water.” she said.
Yan’er was awake on the bed. The anesthesia had worn off, and she was enduring the pain and discomfort of the wound. Though her eyes contained tears, she firmly remembered Qi Yue’s blessing and wasn’t crying or making a fuss.
“Young madam, let me do it.” A’Hao said.
“No need, I’ll do it. You watch how I do it first.” Qi Yue removed her gloves and said, “Bring the syringe.”
A’Hao quickly responded yes.
“…Your body is lacking fluids right now, so we’ll first have some salt-sugar water. After noon, you’ll be able to have some milk… Has Yan’er ever had milk?”
Qi Yue fed her slowly with the syringe while talking.
Yan’er took two syringes worth, one mouthful at a time. Although she barely had to open and close her mouth, swallowing was still very painful. Qi Yue nodded with both satisfaction and pity.
“Antiseptic solution and cotton swabs.” Qi Yue said.