The child had already clung to the edge of her clothes and had fallen asleep, his little head resting on her shoulder, his breathing rising and falling.
Yi Ning felt that he was being unusually well-behaved today. She wanted to put him down, but suddenly she heard Zhenzhu say, "Today is the anniversary of the death of the young master's biological mother. Because the death anniversary clashes with the old lady's birthday, no one in the mansion ever told Ting'er. I guess he found out from somewhere and must be feeling bad..."
Yining suddenly remembered the day when she first arrived. When he ran into her room, everyone surrounded him and he looked at her proudly and stubbornly.
"It's not easy for him either." Yi Ning stared at Ting'er's face, which looked so much like Wei Ling's. The mansion was bustling with lights and decorations, but it was the anniversary of his mother's death. And for fear of offending him, she didn't dare tell him directly. She took the pillow that Zhenzhu handed her and placed it under Ting'er's neck. Just as she was about to put him down, she felt a slight heat on his forehead.
Yi Ning was startled and reached out to feel the fever again. She wondered how the child could have fallen asleep so quickly. It turned out he was not feeling well. She turned around and said, "Go wake Qingqu... and send someone to notify Father and Mother Tong!"
It's fine that Ting'er came to her, he usually likes to run around. He was actually sick and no one noticed! The maids and servants around him were too unreasonable.
Immediately, another maid came in to fetch water. Yi Ning wrung out a handkerchief and put it on Ting'er's forehead. Ting'er opened his eyes when he heard the noise, only to see her standing by his side. "I'm a little thirsty... I feel so uncomfortable," Ting'er said without any anger. "I want some tea."
The maid immediately handed him tea. Yining leaned over to his mouth and fed him, then touched his head and said, "It's okay...Sister is here."
Ting Ge'er leaned in her arms and felt her hands were very soft. They were similar to what he imagined his mother's hands to be.
"When you came... Sister Mingzhu told me to play with you less and not get too close. You wanted to take all my things, so Father gave you my house and my two maids."
Perhaps because of his illness, Tingge'er seemed more dependent on others. He grabbed Yining's sleeve and said, "I want to play with you, but I'm afraid you'll really take all my things like Sister Mingzhu said. So I came here quietly to see what you look like..." He pursed his lips slightly, "But I also like you hugging me. Suddenly, I feel that it doesn't matter if you take my things. So, will you take all my things..."
Yi Ning's heart ached as she heard this. She had no idea the child was thinking such things. For a five-year-old, having everything taken away from her was truly terrifying.
She hugged Ting'er and said to him, "Sister won't take your things. I like Ting'er."
Ting'er leaned in her arms and seemed to finally relax a little, and stopped talking.
But a moment later, Wei Ling also came over with a sullen face. He had just returned from meeting a guest and was still wearing his official robes with Qilin patterns. He summoned the maids and servants who served Ting'er and made them kneel on the ground in the yard. Several of the personal maids were even sent to the laundry room.
Mother Tong knelt at the door and cried bitterly, feeling guilty. Ting'er was her own daughter, so naturally they had a special bond. Fortunately, Ting'er wasn't too ill. If his fever had persisted, she would have been driven out of the house. As she watched Ting'er sip the medicine, she wished she had endured this pain for him.
After scolding the maids and servants, Wei Ling sat down opposite Yining and sighed, "I've been away from the mansion for all these years, and it's become a mess. Your grandmother is old... and can't take care of so many things anymore. Now that you're back..."
Yi Ning looked at him when he heard this. Could it be that Wei Ling wanted him to take care of it?
The Duke's Mansion is so big, she won't take care of it!
Wei Ling seemed to read Yi Ning's thoughts and waved his hand. He had no intention of letting the girl interfere. Even if she wanted to, Wei Ling would let her do it. The aristocratic families didn't need to deal with the lesser families. The interpersonal relationships were extremely complicated, and sometimes he found it cumbersome. How could a little girl like her handle it? He was also worried about burdening his girl.
"Now that you're back, Ting'er will be in your care from now on. He's your biological brother and will inherit the title." Wei Ling whispered to Yi Ning, "You and your brother must be good friends. I will teach him these things slowly. You are his biological sister, and you siblings should support each other."
Yi Ning looked at Ting'er's little face. She knew what Wei Ling meant. "Father..."
"Otherwise, I'd be worried if the servants kept her like this." Wei Ling was worried that Ting'er would be close to Zhao Mingzhu instead of Yining. He sighed and stroked the girl's hair. "Do you want Ting'er to move in with you?"
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