Grandma Sun was old and had difficulty moving around. She only slowly came out of the house after Jiang Yutao had been chased far away.

Seeing her daughter collapse to the ground, crying her heart out, Grandma Sun's heart tightened instantly. "What happened? Where is Jiang Yutao?"

Sun Caiping was too ashamed to face her own mother, so she turned her head away and buried her face in Sun Miao'er's shoulder, refusing to explain a single word.

"Miao'er, what exactly happened?" Old Mrs. Sun thought that Jiang Yutao had abandoned her daughter, which was why her daughter was heartbroken, and she was about to speak to comfort her.

Sun Miao'er said, "My uncle tried to take liberties with me, but my aunt found out and we kicked him out."

Grandma Sun's head was buzzing, and she blurted out, "Jiang Yutao, that beast! How old is he to do such a despicable thing! Miao'er, you haven't been wronged, have you? Come, let Grandma take a look."

"Grandma, I'm fine, it's just..." Sun Miao'er looked at Sun Caiping with particular sympathy. After this incident, her last hope had probably been extinguished.

Sun Caiping slowly turned around, her voice filled with sorrow, "Miao'er, it's all my fault. If I hadn't let the wolf into the house, I wouldn't have almost brought this disaster upon you. I'm so sorry."

"I used to think he just didn't care about me, but I never imagined he was a beast in human skin, worse than an animal!"

Sun Miao'er had previously feigned weakness to lower Jiang Yutao's guard, hoping to test his limits, only to discover that he had no bottom line whatsoever.

He came to apologize with a heart full of thorns, but in the blink of an eye, he turned his evil clutches on his wife's niece.

"That's enough, Aunt. There's still a long road ahead. We've driven him away today, but we still need him to write a divorce agreement so that you can leave the Jiang family legitimately."

Sun Caiping shook her head repeatedly, saying helplessly, "He would never give me the divorce papers so easily."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I have a plan. He'll have to give us the divorce papers whether he wants to or not. We're not afraid of him anyway!" Sun Miao'er saw that she had finally figured things out, so her efforts hadn't been in vain.

Sun Caiping's spirits hadn't improved for two days in a row. There's nothing more sorrowful than a broken heart. She used to regard Jiang Yutao as her emotional support, but without him, her heart suddenly felt empty. She lost her appetite and spent most of her time lying in bed.

When the village women came to her door, Sun Miao'er told them she was ill and turned them away one by one.

As evening approached, Sun Miao'er arrived at the medicine shop, intending to prepare two prescriptions for Sun Caiping to regulate her mind and spirit. Fortunately, the medicine shop had a sufficient supply of herbs, and everything she needed was there.

The ground was covered with fallen leaves. She swept the courtyard clean. The autumn wind was desolate, carrying a sorrowful atmosphere.

Two pigeons were circling on the ginkgo tree, cooing incessantly.

Sun Miao'er took two handfuls of millet and scattered them on the ground. The pigeons swarmed over and began pecking at the millet.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the pigeons looked similar to the ones that had delivered messages to her master last time, and even had letter tubes tied to their feet.

How did they end up at the medicine hut?

Sun Miao'er had never caught pigeons before. She carefully tiptoed closer to a few pigeons, afraid of startling them. However, she realized the next second that she had worried too much. These past few days, the pigeons were not afraid of people at all and just buried their heads in pecking at the rice.

She caught the pigeon with the letter tied to it very easily. She took the letter off, and the pigeon continued to circle on the ground.

The opening eight characters, "A short letter conveys deep feelings; seeing the words is like seeing the person," immediately catch the eye. The writing is elegant and powerful, and the text flows smoothly like water.

She recognized it all too well; it was her master's handwriting.

The hand holding the letter trembled slightly as she read each word carefully, wishing she could etch them into her heart.

The master has arrived in Kezhou, probably just to let her know he's safe and sound, and to remind her to take good care of herself.

A red maple leaf was printed at the end of the lettering, which stood out against the black and white text. Would there be a maple tree in Kezhou that Master Fengshu loved so much? There wasn't one in Yingzhou.

The pigeons hopped around at Sun Miao'er's feet, reluctant to leave.

"Little pigeon, why aren't you leaving yet?" Sun Miao'er squatted down and talked to the pigeon. She really envied the pigeon for being able to fly to meet its master.

The pigeon nuzzled her palm and paced back and forth. Sun Miao'er immediately understood what the pigeon meant.

These are truly well-trained little pigeons.

She walked to the desk, unfolded her master's letter and placed it beside her, then took a piece of paper and wrote, "All is well, Master, please don't worry."

Then she thought about it and realized it was too hypocritical. Did she really want her master not to worry? She wished her master would think of her all the time.

After hesitating several times and wasting several sheets of paper, I finally left only the sentence "All is well".

Compared to her master's vigorous and powerful regular script on the paper next to her, her handwriting was really unbearable to look at. Even though it was only four characters, she rewrote it several times. After finally writing something she was satisfied with, she thought that something was still missing. She picked up a ginkgo leaf from the ground in the yard, rubbed it on the end of the letter, and tied the letter to the pigeon's leg.

A thousand thoughts melted away in just four words. The pigeon accepted the message and disappeared into the night.

From Yingzhou to Kezhou, it's a distance of thousands of miles; I wonder how long it would take a pigeon to fly there.

She silently prayed for the little pigeon's safety, then restored the desk she had messed up to its original state, grabbed a few medicines, and hurriedly went back.

When Xiaoman returned home, he studied by the dim candlelight. Sun Miao'er rarely saw him quiet, so she silently walked behind him.

Xiaoman started school much later than Xiaoning. Xiaoning had learned a lot from her teacher at the Wang family, so what the students were teaching was a piece of cake for her, but Xiaoman found it much more difficult to learn.

Especially with Xiao Ning as a comparison.

"You wrote it wrong," Sun Miao'er gently reminded her.

Xiaoman suddenly turned around, startled, and dropped her pen. Seeing that it was her older sister, she frowned and said, "You can never write well."

On the next table were Xiao Ning's homework. Sun Miao'er walked over and flipped through a few pages, only to realize that there was a big difference between the two in reading and writing. Was it really the right thing for her to have them take classes together?

Xiaoman's learning is like a child who can't walk yet but has to learn to run and jump; it's inevitable that she will struggle.

Xiao Ning, who was intently reading an article, was drawn over by the commotion and said with a hint of self-satisfaction, "Sister, I taught Xiao Man."

"Sister, I'm too stupid." Xiaoman lowered his head in frustration. There were more than two students in the teacher's house. He was the last to arrive and didn't have much of a foundation, so he was bound to be inferior to the other children.

Xiao Man, who was used to being loved by everyone, faced a setback for the first time. Despite working hard from dawn till dusk, he still felt that he couldn't catch up. Every day after Xiao Ning finished her own homework, she would take time to tutor him.

Fearing it might dampen his enthusiasm, Sun Miao'er patiently comforted him, saying, "It's alright, take it slow. Learning isn't that easy."

While she spoke, she was secretly plotting how to help Xiaoman out of her current predicament.