Fu Erkang's face stiffened upon hearing this. Asking him to eat the fish of other ministers? Did he have no shame? Besides, were these ministers' fish something he could just eat whenever he wanted?

Ertai didn't say anything when he saw this. That's how it is. Everyone eats fish based on their own ability. If he wants to eat, he can only eat other people's. Who would be willing to give up their own fish?

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Ziwei went to the master's side to serve him.

Seeing this scene, the master felt embarrassed to eat alone (everyone except Fu Erkang and Ziwei had fish to eat), so he gave one of the fish he caught to Ziwei.

Seeing this, Ziwei's eyes filled with tears, but to others, this appeared to be overflowing with affection. How could this not lead people to overthink?

Sure enough, when Fuheng and Emin saw this scene, they immediately turned their attention to Fulun, who seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Fu Lun was speechless. He asked his son to persuade Ziwei, but his son was hesitant and indecisive. When dealing with Qing Gege, he was incredibly decisive. It wouldn't be appropriate for him, an outsider, to go and tell Ziwei not to get too close to the master, would it? How could he possibly bring that up? He could only try to avoid seeing it and thus avoid getting annoyed.

Even after they finished eating the fish, they didn't stop causing trouble. Sure enough, wherever they were, something bad was bound to happen.

The fish was almost gone, and only the shrimp, emitting a rich aroma, remained.

Little Swallow, without any hesitation, declared, "So many shrimp! I want to eat half... no, a whole bowl!"

An Ke ignored her completely. She caught the shrimp herself, and she had the right to give them to whomever she wanted.

What's more, her behavior of constantly demanding food is really unseemly. She didn't catch the shrimp, nor did she cook them. Yet she still makes this demand.

Anke took out a stack of small plates from the small box; the plates were exquisite and delicate.

An used a small wooden spatula to scoop some food from the plate, put it on a small dish, and calmly handed it to his uncle who was standing next to him.

Next came Uncle Fu and the other ministers; after all the dishes were divided, only a small portion remained.

Anke then made a detailed division, and also gave some to Yongqi and the others.

The rest was all hers. Anke happily held Xiaodiezi and peeled and ate shrimp.

Little Swallow was practically jumping up and down in a frenzy as she rushed over to An Ke. "An Ke, why weren't I, Ziwei, and Erkang included?"

Anke looked up from the plate and said calmly, "If you want to eat shrimp, then go catch them yourself."

"But there was so much left just now, and you had just as much on your plate. Why couldn't you spare some for me and Ziwei?" Xiaoyanzi was even more furious when she heard this.

"Because I caught these shrimp, and I cooked them. What contribution did you make?" Anke raised her eyes disdainfully. If you want to eat shrimp, go catch them yourself. What's the point of staring at what's on someone else's plate?

"I didn't catch any fish, and I just ate some. So why can't I eat shrimp?" Little Swallow asked, her mind racing.

She's a little cunning, but not much!

"The fish you just ate was a portion of his fish that the artist shared with you, but the shrimp is all mine. If I say you can't have any, then you can't have any." After saying that, An Ke childishly grabbed a handful of shrimp meat and ate it right in front of Xiao Yanzi, looking quite pleased with it.

Little Swallow's eyes reddened at the sight. She turned to ask her master for his opinion, but he had already finished all the shrimp on his plate. It was as if he was afraid Little Swallow would come knocking on his door asking for more shrimp!

"Alright, An'an caught the little swallow shrimp all by herself, she has no obligation to share with you." The old man took out his handkerchief, wiped the grease and residue from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice.

He was very dissatisfied with Xiao Yanzi's behavior today, feeling that she was trying to reap without sowing. Even he, the ruler of a nation, had to go down into the river to catch fish himself; what kind of airs was she putting on?

"Alright, everyone's almost finished eating. Let's get ready to hit the road." The master looked around and saw that it was getting dark. This place was really not suitable for setting up camp.

Since the master had said so, and everyone was packing up their things, the rain just happened to start falling.

They were drenched in sweat; the old man was completely soaked.

The main problem was that the sky was clear and sunny at first, but then a light drizzle started without warning, catching everyone off guard.

After the master got into the carriage, he sneezed twice. Anke also coughed twice.

Because it was raining, the master wasn't too picky about the inn. He just wanted it to be quiet with few people and have a place to stay!

Upon arriving at the inn, the master instructed Physician Hu to brew a pot of ginger soup, so that everyone could drink a hot bowl to ward off the chill.

Everyone sat around the table and drank all the ginger soup, then chatted with the master.

As the old man talked, his face began to turn red, and he started sneezing more and more frequently, his voice growing louder.

Physician Hu immediately took the master's pulse and diagnosed him with a low-grade fever.

The master lay on the soft couch with a cold towel on his forehead, looking very uncomfortable. Even so, he didn't forget to instruct Physician Hu beside him, "Take a look at An'an as well. I heard her cough twice when she got into the carriage."

Anke probably only coughed twice at the beginning, and then stopped. In order not to disappoint her uncle, she also stretched out her slender, fair wrist.

After a thorough examination by Physician Hu, it was determined that "Miss is fine."

The master then closed his eyes in relief. After a moment, he spoke again, "An'an, go and rest. Let Xiao Yanzi and Ziwei take care of me. We still have to travel tomorrow. As for the medicine, let Yongqi brew it."

Although An Ke had good intentions, she had no choice but to obey since the master had spoken. As she passed the kitchen, she casually sliced ​​some ginger for her fifth brother, then added some brown sugar and fruit slices. "If Uncle refuses to drink, then give him this cup of hot tea."

"Your tea smells very sweet. I'm afraid Father will be able to smell it as soon as I bring it up," Yongqi said with a smile. This was different from other teas. Other teas had a tea fragrance, but the one he served had a fruit fragrance.

"Fifth Brother, just do as I say. I'm going to rest now." With that, An Ke turned and left without a trace of regret.

Yongqi just smiled and shook his head, then continued brewing his medicine.

Just as An Ke stepped out of the kitchen, Fu Erkang walked over from the side corridor. He had been hiding behind a pillar, waiting for Princess Yong'an to come out.

He swaggered into the kitchen, saw the Fifth Prince brewing medicine, and went up to him, saying, "Yongqi, why don't you go and rest too? Just give me this medicine, and I'll bring it up to the master in a bit."

Yongqi turned a deaf ear. If his father found out that he hadn't followed his father's orders, he would be in deep trouble. Besides, wasn't he being so proactive all for Ziwei?

"Yongqi, Yongqi, can you hear me?" Fu Erkang thought Yongqi hadn't heard him, so he circled around him a couple more times, buzzing like a mosquito.

A hint of impatience flashed in Yongqi's eyes. "This medicine was instructed by Father to be brewed. What's the point of you bringing it up? Besides, when parents are ill, children should be filial. How can a son go and sleep while his father is sick?"

Fu Erkang was completely stunned by the rebuttal. He didn't know what else to say, or what he should say in his defense.

"Then I'll go with you to deliver it later, is that alright?" After thinking for a long time, he decided to go see Ziwei later.

Yongqi didn't refuse. Let him watch if he wants! What does it have to do with me?

While they were brewing the medicine, the scene in the master's room seemed to undergo a complete transformation.

The master must be delirious from the fever, because he actually asked Xiao Yanzi about Xia Yuhe. Xiao Yanzi kept glancing at Ziwei beside her.

How could she know anything about Xia Yuhe's affairs? She wasn't Xia Yuhe's daughter.

Just as I was getting anxious, the old man abruptly stopped the conversation. Feeling somewhat exhausted, he closed his eyes and began to sleep.

Yongqi couldn't shake off Fu Erkang, who was like a sticky candy, so he had no choice but to take him with him towards the master's room.

As a result, Fu Erkang witnessed an unbelievable scene as soon as he entered.

The master held Ziwei's hands tenderly. Little did they know that before they came up, the master had dreamt of Xia Yuhe, and while holding Ziwei's hands, he murmured Xia Yuhe's name.

Moreover, this is Xia Yuhe's own daughter, how could she not look like Xia Yuhe? For a moment, even the master was a little stunned.

At this moment, Yongqi, looking concerned, went over and handed over the medicine. After the master drank the medicine, he said that no one needed to stay here anymore and that they could all go and rest.

Yongqi quickly handed over the hot tea that his younger sister had given him to give to his father, saying as if presenting a treasure, "This hot tea was brewed by An'an, who said that you should drink it too, Father."

Upon hearing this, the master quickly picked up the teacup and laughed heartily, "I just told her to go and rest early, but she's been up to all this behind my back. With so many people taking care of me here, how could I possibly lack tea?" However, the master's words were utterly insincere.

He had plenty of tea, yet he was clutching the teacup tightly. If he had plenty of tea, what was with that smug smile on his lips? Yongqi, as his son, simply saw through it but chose not to say anything.

As soon as they stepped out the door, Fu Erkang eagerly grabbed Ziwei's hand and ran downstairs.

At first, he didn't think it was a big problem, but now he realized it was a huge one. The master didn't know that Ziwei was his daughter, and what if the master took a fancy to Ziwei... Fu Erkang didn't even want to think about it.

As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ziwei excitedly grabbed Erkang's hand and said, "Erkang, do you know? The master just held my hand and called me Yuhe." Then, with tears in her eyes, she added, "He hasn't forgotten my mother, he hasn't forgotten my mother."

Fu Erkang felt his head was about to explode. He could only pour cold water on Ziwei's happiness at the most opportune moment. "Ziwei, wake up! The way he looked at you just now, that was clearly the kind of look a man gives a woman. Don't be too attentive to the master on this journey." Fu Erkang felt a sense of impending doom.

Ziwei opened Fu Erkang's hands in disbelief. "Others may not know Erkang, but don't you? He's my father, the father I can't acknowledge. How could he have those kinds of feelings for me? Besides, after you left, Master said it would be nice if Xiaoyanzi had a twin sister. Isn't that an implication? Doesn't that mean he implicitly acknowledges that Xiaoyanzi and I are his daughters?"

Fu Erkang felt like the fire was about to reach his eyebrows. He was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pan, wishing he could punch and kick the pillars in the inn.

“Ziwei, don’t be so naive, okay?” Fu Erkang gripped Ziwei’s shoulders again, his eyes slightly bloodshot. “I’m a man, how could I not understand the look in Master’s eyes? You know he’s your father, but Master doesn’t know he’s your father.”

“Erkang, it’s utterly shameless of you to think like that. I don’t just want to serve him diligently because he’s my father, but because I also admire my father deep down.” After Ziwei finished speaking, she left Erkang alone in the front hall.

Back in her room, she complained about these things to Xiao Yanzi. Xiao Yanzi was also a bit of a simpleton; she only considered things from Ziwei's perspective, but never from Grandpa's or Fu Erkang's.

Moreover, she felt that although she had just fallen asleep, the master wouldn't have done anything inappropriate, holding Ziwei's hands and looking at her with such affection. She decided to ask Fu Erkang on behalf of her good friend tomorrow.

Before they even set off, Xiao Yanzi gave Fu Erkang a thorough dressing-down. Fu Erkang had just woken up and didn't know what was going on, so he didn't retaliate. When he finally came to his senses and tried to grab Xiao Yanzi to ask her what was going on, she had already run onto the carriage.

This weighed heavily on Fu Erkang's mind the whole way, and his face became terribly gloomy. However, no one else seemed to care.

While passing through a small town and taking a short rest, Qing'er saw a woman dressed in plain clothes kneeling on the ground ahead.

Out of curiosity, Qing'er went to investigate and found that the woman was selling herself to bury her father. She then beckoned An Ke to come forward.

After seeing what she had written, An Ke knew that this woman was Cai Lian. Thinking about it, it seemed that it was because of her that the relationship between Fifth Brother and Little Swallow was developed.

I wonder if her arrival will create a butterfly effect? ​​It's something to look forward to!

Little Swallow always flocks to wherever there's excitement. When she saw Anke and Qing'er surrounding a kneeling woman, she immediately pulled Ziwei along to join them.

She couldn't understand the words the woman wrote, so she could only rely on Ziwei to read them to her.

After listening, Xiao Yanzi said with sympathy, "Oh? You sell yourself to bury your father? After you bury your father, won't you have to stay with the person who helped you for the rest of your life?"

Cailian thought the young ladies in front of her were there to help her, and hurriedly said, "Cailian originally wanted to go to the capital to find her relatives, but unexpectedly my father fell seriously ill here. Now I don't even have a single tael of silver left, and I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. If I can't bury my father properly, I will never have peace of mind for the rest of my life."

An Ke directly took a silver ingot from his purse and gave her one. "Is this enough for your father's burial?"