Kong Xianxian nodded and said, "Give her some medicine, she can't stand the pain."

Yu Ying shook her head. "Cousin, what did you say? What did you say? I don't understand."

Zhou Xiang waved his hand, and the powder floated towards her. "You don't need to understand."

Yu Ying wanted to hide, but how could she? A cloud of mist stopped her.

Kong Xianxian looked at her cousin who had fallen limply to the ground. "Please take me to the grassland! I haven't finished looking at those paintings yet. I can't waste my time elsewhere."

Since Kong Xianxian didn't know that she had escaped the fate by entering here, Zhou Xiang didn't tell her. It was not bad to let her suffer a little.

A ball of mist wrapped around Kong Xianxian, and with a strong shake, it rolled back to the grassland. Kong Xianxian in the mist smiled instead. It was better that Zhou Xiang got angry with her. At least his anger would dissipate a lot, and his rationality should be restored.

Zhou Yan looked at the rolling mist and wanted to move his father's painting in surprise, but he didn't want to crush it. The mist stopped at the edge of the painting pile. When the mist dispersed, he found his mother inside.

"Mom, it was Auntie who created the fog just now, right?"

Kong Xianxian nodded and touched her son's head. "Auntie is angry, it's good to let her vent. But no matter what, Mommy doesn't regret bringing you into this world."

Feeling his mother's love and care, Zhou Yan held on to hope, "Mom, I won't go back to the Kong family, okay?"

Kong Xianxian paused, then shook her head, "No, your natal lamp has been lit, and you are already a member of the Kong family."

"What about getting the natal lamp back?"

Kong Xianxian was shocked by her son's idea. "Yan'er, once your natal lamp is lit, you can't move. If it goes out, your soul will be shaken. You are still young, and you can't bear the damage of soul shock."