"Master! Madam! Something terrible has happened! Miss has disappeared again!"
When Zhilan's panicked voice reached the front hall, Ning Wenyi and his wife were having breakfast.
Originally, I thought that Ning Yao had suffered a great disaster the day before, so I should let her rest more.
Who knew that Zhilan would bring such big news right after I took a bite of breakfast.
Ning Wenyi's face flushed red, and the next second he started coughing violently.
He had clearly choked, and Madam Ning quickly patted his back.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Ning Wenyi shook his head, his face flushed. Could he say that the news about Zhilan reminded him of his daughter's miraculous recovery last night, which caused him to choke on his porridge?
Ning Wenyi choked on the porridge he was eating, and since there was no tea nearby, Madam Ning simply ignored him.
Anyway, you won't choke to death!
"What happened? When I left last night, wasn't Miss already asleep? Did she wake up and leave on her own?"
Zhilan shook her head: "Reporting to Madam, this servant has been guarding the door until dawn. I was thinking that Miss hadn't eaten since falling into the water yesterday, and I planned to see if she had woken up and wanted something to eat. But when I went in, the whole room was empty, there was no one there. The bedding on the bed was still warm from being just pulled back. This servant is worried..."
Zhilan was also terrified. Although she hadn't seen the scene last night with her own eyes, just hearing about it made her feel very uneasy.
"What are you worried about! It's broad daylight, what could possibly happen! Miss must have gone out and you just didn't notice!"
Madam Ning's resolute expression reassured Zhilan somewhat.
"Go prepare some porridge and side dishes, and send them to the young lady along with this lady!"
Zhilan replied, "Yes, Madam!"
Inside the boudoir, as soon as Zhilan left, Ningyao vanished from the secret realm.
"It looks like someone came in just now?"
Ning Yao quickly changed into an outer garment and prepared to go out.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside again, and then the door opened, and Madam Ning walked in.
Seeing Ning Yao standing safely in the room, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yaoyao's awake? She must be starving. Have some porridge to tide her over. Tell me what else you want to eat, and I'll have the kitchen send it over right away!"
Zhilan and the others immediately prepared the porridge and side dishes.
Madam Ning took Ning Yao's hand and pulled her to sit down.
Ning Yao froze for a moment, instinctively trying to pull her hand back.
But feeling Madam Ning's softness, she abruptly stopped pulling her hand away.
Ning Yao felt strange. As a special agent, such intimate gestures were almost unheard of, and she even avoided them.
But why does she feel differently now?
It wasn't rejection, but rather a sense of helplessness.
"What do you think of these?"
Ning Yao didn't make a move, and Madam Ning assumed that she didn't like it.
“You usually prefer strong flavors, but not these days. You’re not fully recovered, so you need to avoid certain foods. When you’re better, Mom will go to Tianxianglou to buy you your favorite spicy stir-fried chicken.”
Ning Yao shook her head: "No need, this is fine."
Under Madam Ning's watchful gaze, Ning Yao slowly took a sip of porridge.
The sweet taste of glutinous rice and the warm porridge filled Ning Yao with mixed emotions. It had been so long since she had eaten breakfast like this.
In my past life, I was a secret agent, so eating wasn't the most important thing; anything could serve as a meal.
It's normal to not have a meal when you're on a mission.
When Madam Ning saw that she had drunk the porridge with a normal expression, she immediately smiled broadly.
"Mom will have breakfast with you, but let your father eat by himself!"
Ning Yao drank half of the porridge in her bowl, then put the bowl down and blinked.
Madam Ning casually placed a side dish on her plate: "Don't just drink porridge, this side dish is also very delicious. It's a recipe your eldest sister got from the imperial kitchen. Why don't you try it?"
Ning Yao ate obediently, and Madam Ning was satisfied.
The mother and daughter enjoyed a warm breakfast, although Madam Ning did most of the talking while Ning Yao ate quietly.
After the meal, Madam Ning told her to get some rest and then left.
After drinking the spiritual spring, Ning Yao was full of energy and showed no signs of illness.
Thinking about the plot of the book, she couldn't help but feel troubled.
“It’s August now, and I’ll only be six months away from turning fourteen. I need to find a chance to leave here in these six months. Going to the palace is out of the question. If I can’t resist killing the emperor, won’t my elder sister become a widow?”
Given that Madam Ning had treated her well, Ning Yao decided not to let her eldest sister become a widow.
The next moment, another question popped into her head: "If she doesn't become a widow, she'll die anyway. Tsk! There are problems no matter what she does?"
Ning Yao was a bit overwhelmed. Having a family was such a hassle; it was better to be alone!
Zhilan stood to the side, watching her young mistress remain quiet, occasionally frowning with a conflicted expression, which she found quite strange.
Normally, the young lady would have already slipped out by now, right?
Otherwise, how could it have taken so long for someone to discover that she had fallen into the lotus pond yesterday?
"Miss, are you feeling unwell? Would you like a doctor to take a look at you?"
Ning Yao looked up at the sound of the voice; it was her personal maid, Zhilan.
"I'm fine, no need to call a doctor."
In the novel, Ning Yao only saw the fall of the Yan Kingdom, the cannon fodder original owner being thrown to his death, and a large number of wife-chasing crematorium scenes were yet to come.
In other words, she only watched the beginning and was unaware of how the story would unfold.
If Ning Qiong really died in the Cold Palace, then this book should have ended there, and there wouldn't be any more stories to come.
If Ning Qiong didn't die in the Cold Palace, then what happened? Did she fake her death?
Who did it? The male protagonist, the emperor? Or his father, the Duke?
If it were the male lead, there probably wouldn't be such a serious "wife-chasing-after-the-cremation" scenario.
But if it's the Duke's father, then that's quite interesting.
"To keep it a secret from the world, to bring a favored concubine out of the heavily guarded harem, and to make everyone think she's dead—that's something no ordinary person could do. That's why my father, the Duke, is no ordinary man."
It was lunchtime, and Madam Ning sent someone to invite Ning Yao.
Ning Yao led Zhi Lan to the front hall.
"Yaoyao is here, come and sit down. Although today's lunch isn't spicy, it's all your favorite dishes," Madam Ning greeted her warmly.
Ning Wenyi looked at her with a loving expression: "Come on, come on, today I'm lucky to be able to eat a dish from Tianxianglou thanks to you!"
Ning Yao's mind stirred slightly. The book did not describe Ning Wenyi and his wife in detail, and now it seemed that the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion was not like other high-ranking families.
The Zhenguo Duke's mansion has a small population: the eldest sister is a favored concubine, the second brother is training in the military, and Ning's parents are also quite easygoing.
Ning Yao's ability to adapt is unparalleled. With the added benefit of the original work and Madam Ning's efforts, she can now handle things with ease.
Ning Yao glanced at the food on the table and frowned almost imperceptibly.
"Mother, were all these dishes ordered from Tianxiang Restaurant?"
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