Chapter 1585: Chapter 1582: Change the dicine
In their conversation, there was a sense of regret, yet it was filled with happiness.
Ye Muyu thought about how Black Water Village had beco famous for its wood ear mushrooms because of Du Heng.
Every year, the villagers could earn silver just by selling wood ear mushrooms, and their lives had improved.
The Xiang brothers, following Du Heng’s trade caravan every year, though it was a bit tough, never worried about spending silver.
Ye Muyu finished reading the letter with a smile. It ntioned many daily matters and people she was familiar with, allowing her to catch up on the situation in her hotown.
After reading the letter, Ye Muyu didn’t touch Chu Heng’s letter, placing it neatly in the wooden box beside her.
She first picked up a pen to write a reply to Chu Jin and Xiang Ling’er.
Tang Dongfeng was already on his way back, with an uncertain itinerary, so she didn’t need to send him a ssage, just waiting for him to visit the residence upon his return.
In Ye Muyu’s letter to Chu Jin, she made no promises. She harbored no dislike for him, and from what he ntioned, it was clear he had grown a lot in Hangzhou over the past half year.
There was even a pure gold hairpin in the envelope, ant as a token of respect for her.
This was quite valuable. It seed the boy had earned a lot.
Ye Muyu blew on the paper, waited for the ink to dry, then sealed it in an envelope and placed it to the side.
She continued to grind the ink, picked up her pen, and continued drawing on the prepared white paper.
This work took a full hour.
When Su i ca in to remind her it was ti for breakfast, Ye Muyu had only completed a part.
She rubbed her eyes, put down her pen, and stood up saying, “Su i, go fetch the dicine box.”
“Yes.” Su i swiftly withdrew, returning shortly with the dicine box.
Ye Muyu crouched by the bed, reaching out to take the dicine box.
Su i asked in a low voice, “Milady, do you need my help?”
“No, I can manage.” Ye Muyu waved her hand dismissively.
Su i nodded gently and quietly exited.
Ye Muyu gently called out to Chu Heng, and he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were a bit red, but they were clear when he saw her, and he propped himself up to sit.
“No, let help you.”
Once he sat correctly, Ye Muyu reached to undress his clothes.
Chu Heng watched her with a smile, holding onto her soft hand, “Ah Yu, what are you doing?”
Ye Muyu rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away, “Stop fooling around. I’m here to change your dressing. If you keep acting up, I’ll have to deal with you.”
“How could I let you change it? Isn’t there a servant boy for this?” Chu Heng continued to hold onto her hand, not letting go, his fingers interlocked with hers tightly, giving no room for her to escape.
“Don’t act up. I know you don’t want to worry, but I’ve been planning to change your dressing. If you don’t let , I’ll worry even more.” Ye Muyu looked steadily at him, eyes smiling, indicating her determination.
Chu Heng hesitated, “Then don’t get scared and cry when you see it.”
“I won’t cry, I’ll laugh.” Ye Muyu forced a smile at him, intending it to be fake, but looking at him, she couldn’t help but burst into genuine laughter.
“Alright, stop joking around. Will you let help you change the dressing?”
Chu Heng looked at her helplessly, still slightly hesitant.
Ye Muyu employed her trump card: “If you don’t let change it, I won’t give you the parent-child outfit I made for you.”
“Fine, you can change it.” Chu Heng didn’t hesitate at all, settling into a suitable position.
Ye Muyu slowly unbuttoned his clothes, seeing the gauze on his waist and abdon. Her hand touched the bloodstains, and the prominent, attractive lines on his chest, and she couldn’t resist poking them, “Ah Heng, tell , if you get too emotional, will the wound start bleeding?”
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