Wang Fei Yin took their pulses, while Miao Zhen brought up a pot of porridge and a basin of steamed buns.
"Nothing serious," Wang Fei Yin said with a smile. "Eat well, sleep well, take two more doses of medicine, worry less, and your bodies will recover."
Old Man Wang withdrew his hand and accepted the porridge Pan Yun handed him, but only held it without drinking. "How is Xiaojing?"
Wang Fei Yin looked at Pan Yun.
Pan Yun said, "He's fine. He's just thinking about you all."
Old Man Wang sighed. "Xiaoyun, help me send Younger Sister to him. Let him go—go as far away as possible, and don't think about us anymore."
Pan Yun said, "The County Magistrate has released you. As long as they surrender, they'll all be fine."
Old Man Wang did not believe it. "If everything were truly fine, why would you hide us here? Is the county lord using us to force Xiaojing?"
"Yes," Pan Yun said. "That's why you must stay alive. Otherwise, if you die, Cai Sheng will lose the people he can use to force Xiaojing—but Xiaojing will also be free of restraint. Then, if he sets his heart on rebellion, not only will he be unable to survive, I'm afraid all the people of Fenshui Village will be buried with him."
The Wang family went pale with fright. The grief in Old Man Wang's heart vanished in an instant, and he hurriedly lowered his head to drink his porridge. "Alive. We'll stay alive."
Wang Fei Yin gave a light cough and shot her a warning glance, telling her to stop frightening them.
Only then did Pan Yun give a little snort and stop scaring them.
Pan Yun's words had completely scattered the Wang family's death wish. Now they only wanted