After seeing Mo Hua off, once noon had passed, Wenren Wan also took Yu'er back to the Shangguan Family to celebrate the New Year and pay respects to the ancestors.
In the carriage, Yu'er read for a while, then grew a little tired and rested.
Wenren Wan sat beside him, her beautiful eyes smiling as she teased him.
Watching the two of them, Shangguan Yi felt greatly comforted, yet also deeply indebted.
If not for his unusual position in the Shangguan Family, with so many people watching him like tigers eyeing their prey, they should have been able to live like this—a family of three, happy and harmonious, cultivating and living their days in peace.
But now, he was stretched thin between the family, his father, and his wife and child, struggling desperately on all sides.
Wenren Wan understood his difficulties and said nothing.
As long as Yu'er was healthy and safe, that was enough.
As the carriage rolled along, Shangguan Yi suddenly asked, "I wonder what that child Mo Hua likes..."
Wenren Wan froze.
Shangguan Yi sighed. "At this family banquet, we received a tremendous favor from him. We ought to repay him properly."
"I already sent a return gift," Wenren Wan said.
Shangguan Yi shook his head. "The old ancestor's handwritten work is a grand gift that others can only dream of obtaining. No matter what, I must send further gifts of thanks to show our gratitude."
"Besides..." Shangguan Yi glanced at Yu'er, his expression full of relief.
"Yu'er's spirits have improved day by day, and he hardly has nightmares anymore. That is also thanks to Mo Hua's care at Void Gate."
Wenren Wan nodded.
That was indeed true.
Although she had sent Yu'er into Void Gate in the first place so Mo Hua could help dispel Yu'er's