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Liu Eldest shrank his neck, and as he looked up, the wrinkles on his forehead became more pronounced. With a simple smile that carried a hint of creases, he said, "Wife, it's my fault. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it!"
The man's obedience pleased Wang, lifting her spirits considerably. "Alright, alright, let me think about it!"
She turned and walked inside, but just thinking of that figure she longed for made her mood shift from sunny to stormy, ignoring the man who followed closely beside her.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed since Wang's last visit, and without any further developments, Liu Qingxi decided to put the matter aside for now.
During this time, she had earned over two taels. Recently, she had become more familiar with Zhang Sanyou and others, speeding up their work. At the same time, a few trustworthy people joined their group, making Liu Qingxi feel elated as she collected money.
Meanwhile, the county town was bustling with activity because the County Examination had finally concluded after three days!
Regardless of the results, at least they had put in the effort and could take a moment to relax. As they exited the examination hall, candidates hurried back to the inns to clean up and order a feast to reward themselves.
Among them was a confident White-Clad Youth who hurriedly set off on his journey the day after the County Examination ended.
The Green Attendant in front driving the carriage had a likable face but wore a slightly serious expression as he urged the horses forward.
The autumn air gradually grew colder, and fewer pedestrians filled the streets. Leaves piled thickly on either side of the road, rustling underfoot and breaking the silence of their journey.
The Green Attendant couldn't understand why his master was in such a hurry. "Young Master, why are we rushing back? Aren't most people waiting in the county town for the County Examination results?"
"Waiting or not makes no difference!" came a somewhat cold voice that left the Green Attendant's prepared words stuck in his throat, unable to come out or go back down, making him roll his eyes.
Well then, there was nothing wrong with his master's feelings!
The master and servant fell into silence, with only the sound of hooves splashing along the way.
After pushing through at a steady pace, they finally arrived at Biqi Town by mid-afternoon. The young man in the carriage signaled to return home for a moment, and the Green Attendant changed direction as instructed.
To the west of Biqi Town, there is a courtyard covering about ten acres. The Crimson Door is heavy and sturdy. Upon entering through the main gate, a wide path leads directly to the hall, where a young man in the carriage sits up straight.
As he is helped out, he softly collapses onto him, appearing so weak that it seems he might faint at any moment.
The servants sweeping in the courtyard suddenly drop their brooms. "Young Master is back! The young master has returned!"
The sharp voice travels far away, and a woman dressed in a green embroidered dress with a dark gray belt around her waist, wearing a simple peach wood hairpin, hurries over.
Tears stream down her face as she sees the young man looking so exhausted, causing her heart to ache painfully. "Yichan, Yichan, it's me, your mother. What happened to you?"
The young man's pale lips and the cold sweat on his forehead pierce the woman's heart.
"Madam, the young master has been through the Provincial Examination and County Examination consecutively; his body can't take it anymore. He just needs some rest!" The Green Attendant hurriedly explains after receiving a cold glare from the young man in his arms.
What a joke! If the madam were to be upset over this, thinking about the master's punishment makes him tense up, and he can't help but break into a cold sweat.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, the woman's grip on her son's arm loosens slightly as she wipes away her tears, laughing and crying at the same time. "You two children! Yichan, Anan, hurry and help the young master inside!"
These few people are none other than Yang Yichen returning from the County Examination and Anan, along with the Wen Family who rushed out to greet them.
The deep concern between mother and son is palpable as their eyes meet and clearly understand each other's feelings.
Just as Anan is about to carry Yang Yichen back to his room, Wen Family suddenly speaks up: "Anan, wait a moment! Don't go back there; come to my courtyard!"
Seeing his son so weak makes Wen Family uneasy not being by his side. Even after Anan, who has grown up alongside Yang Yichen, gives an affirmative response, they still feel anxious.
The young man beside them slightly nods. Anan understands and directly carries him toward Wen Family's Main Courtyard.
After all, Wen Family's pace cannot compare to Anan's years of training, even with an additional person on his back.
Entering the Main Courtyard behind them, she instructed directly, "Don't rush, go to the room next door!"
Wen Suling had a habit for many years of keeping the room next to hers empty for her son, even if Yang Yichen occasionally returned to stay. Just the thought of him coming back would make her smile in her dreams.
After Yang Yi lay down in the room beside her, she was busy as a bee, tucking in the corners of his blanket one moment and checking his forehead the next.
After a moment, Wen Family suddenly stood up and said, "Yichan, wait here. Mother will go make your favorite lotus seed porridge!"
The genuine care from his mother, each little detail, warmed Yang Yichen's heart.
"Did I do something wrong? Is it really okay to keep this from my mother all these years?"
Every time he saw Wen Family bustling around for him, worrying day and night because of his weak health, he would ask himself this question.
But what would happen if he told Wen Family? Would it suddenly shock her so much that she couldn't accept it?
However, seeing the white strands that had suddenly appeared at Wen Family's temples made his heart race. His mother had aged! He truly didn't want to hide it any longer!
At that moment, Yang Yichen was no longer the cold-faced youth who kept everything bottled up inside; he was a child yearning for his mother's warm embrace.
"Mother!" As Wen Family stepped out, Yang Yichen called out.
Wen Family turned around abruptly, "Huh? What's wrong, Yichan?"
"Mother, I'm not tired. You don't need to busy yourself. I have something to say to you!"
Then, under Wen Family's astonished gaze, Yang Yichen slowly stood up and walked to her side, his originally pale face regaining a bit of color.
Wen Family's lips trembled, her eyes wide open, and her hands uncontrollably reached forward, gently resting on Yang Yichen's shoulder. "Yichan, this..."
Suddenly, she realized a fact: "Yichan, are you really better?" Is this true?
No, it can't be! Wen Family pinched herself hard; the bone-deep pain made her aware that this was not a dream, not a phantom of her son recovering that haunted her day and night—everything was real.
"Wah~~~" Wen Family cried out loudly like a child, nestled in Yang Yichen's arms, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Yang Yichen gently patted her shoulder. When did he become a forehead taller than his mother? Unbeknownst to them, he had already grown capable of shouldering the burdens of life.
"Mom, stop crying. Isn't it a good thing that I'm better? If you keep crying like this, I might..."
"Silly child, don't say foolish things. Your father will hear!" Wen Family suddenly covered Yang Yichen's mouth and spat three times onto the ground.
"From now on, you can't say such things carelessly."
Yang Yichen smiled and nodded, looking at his mother who was already in her thirties with a hint of indulgence in his eyes, feeling an overwhelming softness in his heart.
After a long while, Wen Family came back to her senses and finally had the mood to think about everything in life. "Yichan, when did you get better? You almost scared me to death just now!"
"Mom, sit down. I'll tell you slowly!"
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