Petal

  Petal

  "Don't worry, don't worry, my daughter-in-law would never harm her own grandson." The old lady looked at Ziling's puzzled expression and nodded comfortingly. "This red ginseng is warming and nourishing, it's fine even for young people. When you make the ginseng soup, add a small piece. Ziling..."

  "Ah, I'm here." Zi Ling responded.

  "You're a good one. From now on, follow Seventh Master at home and be more careful!" The old lady's voice was not loud, as if she were saying it to Ziling, yet also as if she were saying it to herself. "Alright, the sky is getting late, hurry back and rest!"

  Then he bowed to the old lady and left with Yin Ruofei and Ziling, as well as another little maid who was waiting outside the door.

  Although his body was still not comfortable, tonight's trip was not in vain. Yin Ruofei's face remained unchanged, but her heart was fluctuating up and down.

  Tonight, he went and won the favor of the old lady, but raised the suspicions of the second lady. It's hard to say what will happen next. However, overall, tonight's events were more beneficial than harmful. If he hadn't thought of this tonight and gone to pay his respects to the old lady, who knows what Lady Lin, the second lady, would have said to the old lady!

  Thinking of what he heard outside the door today, Yin Ruofei couldn't help but want to sneer coldly. Sowing discord and reversing right and wrong, let's see how it goes!

  The sky was already very late, and returned to the Jianyuan, Zi Yun had already prepared hot water, helping Yin Ruofei wash and sleep.

  Yin Ruofei's face turned red as he lay down under the quilt. Although he looked like a little kid now, he was once a twenty-year-old adult man after all, and being stripped of his clothes by Zi Ling and Zi Yun to help him take a bath was really embarrassing.

  It turned out that he was worrying too much. Zili and Ziyun were much older than him, they were already big girls of sixteen or seventeen years old, and what they did was serve people, how could they be shy about helping a little boy take a bath? Moreover, he usually had his personal attendant following him to serve him, but that attendant was being punished for not protecting his master well, and was still lying on the bed at this moment, so how could he come over to serve him.

  Yin Ruofei lay in the soft bedding, her nose tip was the purple spirit that had just lit up the sleep aid incense, her eyes were clearly sleepy but her brain was clear. Her hands tightly grasped the bedding under her body, her heart was both joyful and fearful.

  Delighted to have been reborn, he has the chance to protect his loved ones and prevent tragedy from striking again. What he fears is that this is just a fleeting dream, and when he wakes up, he will still be that helpless small figure, watching as his sisters are dragged down by him.

  In the midst of alternating sorrow and joy, Yin Ruofei fell into a deep sleep, but this night's sleep was extremely unstable, with nightmares continuing nonstop.

  Qingchen Ziling brought a bowl of freshly brewed ginseng tea to Yin Ruofei's bedside, Yin Ruofei rubbed his eyes and saw that the sky was already bright, so he quickly got up. He worked as an apprentice in a pharmacy, every day before dawn he would get out of bed, sometimes even staying overnight at the shop, sleeping this late and sleeping so soundly was rare for him.

  Yin Ruofei shouted in his heart and quickly got up, lifted the window curtain to see Zi Ling holding a cup of tea walking towards his bed, stunned for a moment, and then bitterly smiled and knocked on his own head.

  Everyone has forgotten that he is no longer that poor and unfortunate young master. He has returned to being eight years old, and everything has taken a turn for the better.

  He took the ginseng tea from Ziling's hand and drank it all in one gulp. Although this was a good thing, the unique bitter taste of ginseng still made him frown. Ziling smiled and took out a piece of wrapped oil paper with pine nut sugar from her bag, gently peeled it off and put it into his mouth.

  Sweet but not greasy fragrance fills the mouth, and the eyebrows that were tightly furrowed in concentration suddenly relax.

  "Seventh Master, are you going to have breakfast now?" Zi Ling looked at Yin Ruofei and asked with a smile.

  "No, help me wash up, I'm going to pay respects to Old Lady!" Yin Ruo Fei jumped off the bed and took off her clothes.

  "Are you going to pay your respects again today?" Ziling was surprised, as the young master of her household, although usually favored by the old lady, didn't go to pay his respects every day.

  "En, I'll go visit you every day from now on." Yin Ruofei responded while picking up the clothes beside her and started dressing herself.

  "Seventh Master, I'm here!" Zi Ling hastily took over Yin Ruofei's clothes and helped him put them on. Yin Ruofei didn't pretend to be shy either, stretching out his arms for Zi Ling to arrange as she pleased.

  After washing with hot water, Ziling helped Yin Ruofei comb her hair, tied it into two buns, parted them upwards, and combed them into two small buns. The top was tied with a silk ribbon of the same color as the clothes, simple yet elegant.

  Still bringing Zi Ling and Ting Feng with him, Yin Ru Fei headed towards Old Madam's Fushou Courtyard.

  At this time, the sky was already bright, and he was still young. If he were in his own home, he would have already gotten up early to practice martial arts with his brothers. After all, the Marquis of Town Jiang was a military general from the beginning, and the current Marquis of Town Jiang, Yin Haicheng, had also gained the emperor's favor through this, so naturally, he urged his sons to work hard at practicing martial arts as well.

  In his previous life, Yin Ruofei didn't start practicing martial arts until he was twelve years old. Although he also studied books, it only ended up with him being able to recognize characters. Although Yin Haicheng had intended for him to practice martial arts, after all, he was his legitimate son, but Lin Shi somehow delayed this matter and no one stood up for him, so in the end, nothing came of it.

  At this time he was already eight years old, and it was not early. If you don't hurry up, by the time you're ten or so, your tendons and bones will slowly harden, and it won't be the best period anymore.

  Yin Ruofei thought about his worries and hurriedly walked towards Lao Furen's Fushou Temple.

  On the road, Ziling saw Chen Niang leading her two daughters and a few personal maids towards Fushouyuan from afar, and quickly told Yin Ruofei. Yin Ruofei hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the garden.

  It's late spring now, peach blossoms are still there, magnolias have also bloomed, and the swallows are flying around these flowers.

  The old lady loves flowers, which is no secret in the mansion, but it's not easy to win her favor with this. The old lady loves flowers and also cherishes them, and does not allow people to casually pluck branches.

  Yin Ruofei puckered his lips, looking at the petals all over the ground. Last night, a strong gust of wind blew, and in the middle of the night, Zi Yun had added another quilt for him. He didn't expect this gust of wind to help him.

  He ordered Ziling and Tingfeng to pick up all the fallen flower petals, and then went to borrow two bamboo baskets from Ninth Miss to hold the flower petals.

  Yin Ruofei stood under a peach tree watching two maids pick flower petals, but her heart was with Jiumei.

  At this time, Ruo Lan was only three years old. Compared to her legitimate son, although the past days were slightly inferior, as a concubine daughter raised by her stepmother, she was already stronger than others. Not to mention that in the future, when it comes to marriage proposals, she would definitely be able to say good things about her family, and her dowry would also be higher than those of other concubines. However, now that her stepmother had passed away unexpectedly, this identity that was neither high nor low had become embarrassing.

  Yin Ruofei let out a sigh, things kept happening here, and he was afraid that life would be even harder for Jiumei, but fortunately, Jiumei was still just a little girl, at most she would be shortchanged on her allowance, and no one would have any murderous intentions towards her. Thinking of Jiumei marrying an old eunuch in her tender years for his sake, Yin Ruofei unconsciously clenched his fists, no matter what, he wouldn't retreat again!