This is the former residence of Honghui's birth mother. According to Lady Ulanara, not a single blade of grass or tree has changed and it remains in its original state.

Honghui looked around curiously, while Yihua was too sleepy to keep her eyes open: "Sweetie, wander around by yourself, and when you're sleepy, sleep with your mother."

Yu Xiao felt at ease here, so she let Hong Hui observe on his own.

In the attic next to the bedroom, there were many books, and a half-finished embroidery was displayed on the table. Honghui examined it carefully and was somewhat puzzled.

The embroidery style of this unfinished piece seems completely different from that of her mother. One has excellent skills, but the brushstrokes are stiff; the other lacks skill, but its patterns are lively and lovely.

Is this really one of Mother's previous works?

Honghui sat down on the chair, using both his hands and feet. There was a book on the table, and underneath the book was a stack of Xuan paper, which looked quite old.

Opening the book at random, the beautiful slender gold calligraphy comes to life on the page.

Honghui glanced at his mother's calligraphy, which was so bad it was hard to look at, and his doubts deepened.

He put the items back in their place, cleaned up the traces of his browsing, jumped off the chair, went back to the bedroom, and saw his mother sleeping soundly. He leaned close to Yu Xiao's ear and asked, "Aunt Yu Xiao, are all these things things that Mother used to use?"

"Yes, you can take anything you like with you."

Honghui paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then broke into a wide smile: "No, I'm going to keep Mother company during her afternoon nap."

He lay down beside Yi Hua and reached out to touch her cheek with some disbelief.

Yi Hua felt a mosquito biting her and subconsciously swatted it away, then touched Hong Hui's little head with one hand.

"Good boy, go to sleep."

Honghui stared at Yihua for a long time before answering seriously, "Okay, Mother."