The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Yang Dachuan quickly got the carriage ready, and Ms. Wang had prepared the food. Yang Chuxia called Ye San and the others to join them at the table and eat.

"Xiaxia, the dry food prepared for you all is already on the carriage," Ms. Wang said as she entered.

"Good, please prepare more water for us."

"It’s prepared."

Seeing her wolf down the food, Ms. Wang couldn’t help feeling distressed. She wondered how much suffering they had endured on the way back. Who could be so evil to poison Brother An, such a good child? Those people are truly despicable.

"Mother, we shall be leaving now."

After eating, Yang Chuxia prepared to set off.

"Sister, I should go with you," Yang Qingtong stepped forward and said, "After all, I’ve studied for so many years, a month or two won’t matter. It’ll be just right to go straight to the prefecture from Shandong after brother-in-law gets better."

"Sister, why not let Qingtong go with you?" Yang Qingrui also suggested, "He can represent our whole family to see brother-in-law. Actually, if Qingtong hadn’t gone, I would have."

"Yes, yes, let Qingtong go," Ms. Wang and Yang Dachuan also said, "When Brother An gets better, Qingtong can come back and tell us."

"Then done, let’s go together."

Thinking this, Yang Chuxia nodded in agreement.

The group then mounted their horses quickly, and the clattering sound of hooves once again vanished into the old countryside.

Ye Residence, Shandong

Ye Zi’an was not doing well. Since Yang Chuxia left, his illness had become more pronounced. In just a little over twenty days, the veins had started to show, and these days it had gotten even worse.

His consciousness had all but vanished. If it weren’t for the fact that his eyes still moved flexibly at the sound of noises, if it weren’t for the way he knew to open his mouth when a spoon was placed at his lips, and if it weren’t for his ability to walk around, he would truly appear as another living corpse.

Mu Shaoling, afraid he would not last until the medicinal ingredients arrived, had no choice but to concoct a preliminary mixture of the herbs he had and get them into Ye Zi’an.

"Uncle, will this make my dad feel a bit better?" Lele asked.

"It may not make him feel better, but it will help him hang on a little longer," Mu Shaoling replied, looking at the vacant Ye Zi’an sitting on the chair, feeling an immense complexity in his heart.

"I don’t know when my mom will return," Lele thought to himself. Mother, you must come back quickly, otherwise, Father might not last much longer.

"It should be soon, your mother has been gone for a month," Mu Shaoling figured, "Knowing her as we do, she would definitely travel day and night. If she found the medicine, she would be on her way back by now; if not..."

As the two were talking, Yangyang came in with Mingcui carrying a food box, "Uncle, brother," "Father, it’s time to eat."

After Mingcui set up the food box, Yangyang began to serve a bowl of soup for himself. It seemed to be ganoderma noodle soup. He scooped a spoonful and brought it to Ye Zi’an’s lips, "Dad, open your mouth. It has ganoderma in it, very tasty. You must drink more."

"Yangyang, are you not scared anymore?" Mu Shaoling looked at him curiously, recalling when he first witnessed someone in such a state, how scared he was, sobbing incessantly.

"Why should I be scared? This is my father," Yangyang replied, looking puzzled, "This is my father, no matter what he turns into, I won’t be scared."

He then fed another spoonful to Ye Zi’an.

Listening to him repeatedly calling ’Father’ with each spoonful, Mu Shaoling felt a chill inside. Are you sure this is still ’Father’?