Miss Truth

"We’ll talk about these matters later, Wife. Take good care of your injuries," Lady Xing looked at Ran Yan’s face, which had finally gained some flesh but had thinned again, and chose not to scold her at this time. Instead, she said, "Wife, you have been only drinking ginseng soup every day. You must be hungry by now. Let your old servant prepare some food for you."

"Xiao Song has done it," Ran Yan said.

Lady Xing’s expression changed slightly, but she quickly concealed it, "He, a pampered noble from a prominent family, how would he know how to do these things? Your old servant will go check on it."

Ge Lan understood Lady Xing’s implication and sighed internally. Should she persuade the Wife or not?

Lady Xing hurried to the kitchen and saw that Xiao Song indeed was cooking the porridge himself. She stood at the doorway for a while. The light filtering through the Korean paper paneled window cast a faint halo around him. His disheveled appearance did not seem at all inconvenient, but rather conveyed a lazy ease, making him seem more approachable than his usual tidy and sharp appearance.

Lady Xing understood Xiao Song’s thoughts deeply. A man who could manipulate political currents effortlessly, hearing that Ran Yan was in danger, had traveled day and night to return. Seeing Ran Yan’s life hanging by a thread, he had not rested for a moment, staying by her side for two days and three nights... Although he always appeared indifferent, the gradually haggard look could not be hidden from anyone.

"Assistant Minister Xiao," Lady Xing chose such a distant address. She approached and said politely, "Why should the Assistant Minister trouble himself with such menial tasks? Let your old servant handle it."

Xiao Song turned around, nodded slightly, his face wearing an unchanged, faint smile, "Don’t worry. Go and take care of Seventeen Lady."