That's right, I'm so angry because I'm afraid he'll harm Xiaoqian.

Having found a good excuse for his anger, Jialan became even more self-righteous.

He walked quickly to Jiaqian, his tall and slender figure completely obscuring the small figure behind him.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Ning Qing was tinged with wariness.

Ning Qing saw the wariness in his wife's eyes.

She cried out in her heart: "I'm innocent!" She really was just trying to stop her brother-in-law from continuing to kowtow.

A smile appeared on his face.

"You've come at the right time. Take Xiaoqian back and let her recover properly."

After giving Ning Qing a deep look, Jialan pulled her younger brother away.

Ning Qing watched them leave.

Thinking to myself: What kind of mess is this!

She lay back down on the soft couch and continued to drink her wine.

There should be some music playing here, but unfortunately there isn't.

He couldn't help but think: Why hasn't my wife sent me some concubines yet?

Sipping wine without playing music just feels like something's missing!

A sweet, charming voice came from the courtyard gate.

"Senior brother, look what I brought you!"

Ning Qing looked up and saw a pink figure rushing towards her.

Startled, Ning Qing quickly got up and dodged. Jia Qian's actions had already displeased his wife, and now that she had caught him red-handed, it was even more difficult to explain.

He might leave his wife with the impression of being a womanizer.

Then his journey to win back his wife seemed endless.

Lin Zilan missed again and, feeling wronged, threw herself onto the soft couch and cried.

Ningqing...

He waved to the little boy standing to one side.

When the child came over.

Ning Qingcai whispered the instructions.

"Go and comfort her."

The child looked troubled.

Everyone in the manor knows that this young lady is extremely willful and capricious.

Try to coax her? That's going to be too difficult.

The little boy, his heart pounding with sadness, approached slowly with a pained expression, taking tiny, hesitant steps.

Ning Qing didn't see the rejection in the child's eyes, curled her lips, and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Thinking that his wife had been unhappy earlier, he decided to take the opportunity to coax her.

Thinking about it, my steps quickened considerably.

When they arrived at the neighboring courtyard, they found it quiet and deserted, with no servants or slaves in sight.

Ning Qing frowned slightly, feeling suspicious.

Didn't I instruct the steward to take good care of the two brothers, Jialan and his brother?

Is this how he takes care of people?

Ning Qing entered Jialan's room without any hindrance. Don't ask him why this was his first time here; he just knew it was Jialan's room.

Because each courtyard only has one master bedroom.

Of course you won't go to the wrong place.

Ning Qing arrived at the door and saw that it was ajar, with a small crack showing.

A voice came from inside.

"Brother, why did you drag me away? I haven't even kowtowed to my benefactor to express my gratitude yet."

Jialan looked at the young boy in front of him who was questioning him, and felt quite complicated.

How could he tell him that the imperial advisor was not as ethereal as he appeared, but rather frivolous and dissolute?

She held onto him only to prevent him from falling into that man's clutches.

Jialan gently stroked her younger brother's hair.

Before he could speak.

There was a knock at the door.

Jialan turned his head and glanced at the doorway.

She turned to Jiaqian and said softly.

"You lie down and rest to recover. I'll go see who it is."

Jiaqian shook her head.

"Brother, I'm all better now. I don't know what medicine you gave me, but it worked so well. Before, if I got whipped, I would have to lie in bed for at least a month to recover, but this time I recovered in just one day."