The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"But without you, there is no whole world!" Yang Chuxia gently smiled, "No matter how well I live, it’s not as happy as having the whole world."

"My lady..."

Yang Chuxia felt the sharpness of each bone as she gently leaned against him.

"Probably in a few days, my face will become unfit for others to see, and then I’ll just stay in my room and not go anywhere," Ye Zi’an said. "By that time, my lady must stop Yangyang, he can’t stand to look, don’t frighten him."

"Alright, I will remember," she replied.

"When I’m about to lose consciousness, take me home," Ye Zi’an added. "I want to be at home in the end, in our home."

"Okay, I promise you, I’ll take you home."

"Mm..."

Ye Zi’an’s voice did not come again; Yang Chuxia realized he had fallen asleep. She slightly bent over, slid her arm under his neck, and, as expected, without much effort, she was able to lift him up.

He was too light, his eye sockets deeply sunken.

After covering him with a blanket, Yang Chuxia went to arrange for people to pack up, ready to go home at any time.

According to estimates, Brother An’s consciousness would gradually fade within twenty days, and after that, he would gradually stop recognizing food, his veins would spread across his cheeks, and by that point, death could come at any time. Now that there were two types of antidotes, Mu Shaoling was attempting to create a new antidote formula by mixing them with other herbs. Though it might not cure the poison, it should delay its effects. If they set off within a few days, even if they couldn’t find the other two poisons, he should be able to hold on until they got home.

After thinking it over, Yang Chuxia went to find Mu Shaoling and shared Ye Zi’an’s wishes with him.

Mu Shaoling naturally had no objections and said he would follow them to Ye Zi’an’s home.

It was just the day before Yang Chuxia was prepared to return to Funan that she received a letter.

"Whose letter?"

"I don’t know, a child at the back door gave it to me. He said it was specifically for the lady," replied the servant.

"For me?" A sense of foreboding struck Yang Chuxia’s heart—could it be a letter from the person who had poisoned him?

Apart from searching for the antidote, she had also sent people to investigate where the poison had come from and who had administered it to Brother An.

So far, she had only uncovered a faint trail.

With that thought, Yang Chuxia unfolded the letter. With each line she read, her face grew colder.

When she finished, she crumpled the letter in anger.

"My lady?"

"It’s nothing, you may go," she said.

After Mingcui left, Yang Chuxia unfolded the letter again and scoffed in her heart—the person was coveting that thing.

You want it? Very well!

In the dead of night, Yang Chuxia quietly got out of bed. She glanced at Ye Zi’an, who was soundly asleep. People with this illness either couldn’t sleep or slept very heavily once they dozed off.

She quickly dressed herself in the night clothes she had prepared earlier and began searching through the vanity, only to find that her usual storage spot was empty.

Yang Chuxia was shocked!

"My lady, what are you looking for?" Just as she was about to pull out the cabinet to search, Ye Zi’an, who had supposedly been deep in sleep, suddenly woke up.

"Why are you awake?" Yang Chuxia’s brow furrowed slightly.

Ye Zi’an, seeing the night clothes she was wearing, his gaze flickered. "What are you planning to do dressed like that, my lady?"

Yang Chuxia looked at him and then at the box where she stored her things, stepping forward she asked, "Did you take that thing?"