"Yes, Yangyang is right. We must not withdraw the people in Yun’an. Who knows, Yueyue might still co back soday," Ye Zi’an thought for a mont and added, "And we can’t call back the people who went out searching. These are just our guesses. Maybe Yueyue is still in Great Zhou."
"Mm, don’t worry, Dad. I’ll take care of these arrangents," Lele nodded. Half of the Ye Family’s people were under his command, so it was naturally up to him to organize them.
"Mom, you must take good care of yourself and get well soon," Yangyang knelt on one knee by Yang Chuxia’s bedside, resting his head against her arm.
Yang Chuxia patted his head. "Mom is fine; it’s just a cold, and I’ll recover soon. I still want to see my grandsons and granddaughters get married. How could I let anything happen to myself? Your Aunt Dongyang and I have discussed it, and in July, we will officially arrange your engagent to Hua’en. By December, you’ll be married. My son is going to look the most handso in his groom’s attire."
Originally, she had wanted to arrange it earlier, but unfortunately, Mu Shaoling didn’t agree. December was the biggest compromise he made.
Yangyang blushed and muttered, "Thank you, Mom!"
"Alright, let your mom rest well. Everyone out."
Ye Zi’an noticed Yang Chuxia’s complexion still wasn’t good and began ushering people out.
Once outside, Lele couldn’t help but ask, "Dad, what’s really wrong with Mom? How can a small chill be so debilitating?"
"Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to ask too," his brother said.
"It’s just a cold," Ye Zi’an replied. "Your Uncle Shaoling diagnosed her personally. It’s compounded by worrying too much about your sister, which has made it worse. An illness cos like a mountain falling and leaves like a thread being pulled. Don’t worry, I am here for your mother. In a few days, you should all return to your duties."
Everyone had their official work to attend, staying here wasn’t helping.
That night, Yang Chuxia took a bowl of herbal dicine and then drifted into a drowsy sleep.
Half-awake, she heard soone calling, "Mom, Mom..."
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of a floral forest. There were many people there. So were carrying caras, others were holding umbrellas, and in the middle, a group of people in ancient costus were laughing and playing.
Yang Chuxia was bewildered. Had she returned to the modern era? No, it couldn’t be! She didn’t want to co back. If she did, what about her little Anzi?
Just as she was panic-stricken, soone tapped her on the back. She turned around to see Yueyue, also dressed in ancient clothes.
"Mom, Mom..."
"Yueyue, what are you doing here? Co ho with Mom; your father and brothers are frantic," Yang Chuxia reached out, trying to grab Yueyue, but Yueyue giggled and ran off, shouting back, "Mom, you should go back. I’m staying here. Tell Dad, my brothers, and Qingqing that I’m fine and they shouldn’t worry. I am Dad’s daughter; I will live well."
"Yueyue..." Yang Chuxia wanted to say more, but Yueyue vanished, leaving her shouting anxiously.
Beside her, Ye Zi’an was startled awake by her loud cries. He quickly lit a lamp and turned to see her pale face, "Wife, what’s wrong? Nightmare? Or are you feeling unwell sowhere?"
"I..." Yang Chuxia looked around the familiar room, exhaled deeply, and hugged Ye Zi’an, murmuring, "I dreamt of Yueyue..." She recounted the dream to Ye Zi’an and then said, "Perhaps she’s really gone there."
Thinking back, it did resemble a movie set with those caras and such.
"If that’s the case, it seems she’s living well," Ye Zi’an patted her. "Are you relieved now?"
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