Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

"How could that be possible?"

Grandmother carefully wrapped the half piece of old ginseng in the handkerchief and stuffed it into Xiang Yun’s hand, saying, "Take it if I give it to you. I’m counting on it to help Zili recover quickly so that I can hold my legitimate great-grandson sooner!"

Xiang Yun’s face flushed, and she was deeply moved. She took the precious half of the old ginseng and said, "Grandmother, Yun’er thanks you on his behalf. Once he has recovered from his injuries, we will come and kowtow to you!"

Grandmother laughed and said, "Go back now. You’ve been out all day, and I don’t even know if the people by his side have attended to him properly!"

"Yes!"

Xiang Yun agreed with a bow, then, taking the girl and Nanny Xie with her, she returned to her Cool Autumn Pavilion.

Upon entering the hall of the Cool Autumn Pavilion, she immediately heard the voice of a woman speaking from the inner chamber. It was a gentle and delicate voice, like the chirping of orioles and swallows, revealing that it belonged to a fragile beauty just by listening to it.

"Zili, this is the bone broth that I simmered all day on a slow fire. It’s the best for nourishment. You’ve injured your bones, so drinking this is the best for you. Come on, have a sip, won’t you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yun instantly figured out who was in the room. Her anger flared up ’whoosh’ and with a ’hmph’, she quickly stepped inside.

Inside the room, the man was half-reclining on the couch, his face turned to the side, not speaking or drinking the soup and giving away no hint of his expression.

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