The maid acknowledged and withdrew. Nalan Su personally led Xiao Peng outside, his steps so brisk he hardly seemed like the head of a household. "The room in the eastern courtyard is the quietest. There's an old well in the yard, and its water is sweet and clear—perfect for brewing tea. Little brother, stay here in peace for the next few days. Just ask for anything you need, whether food, clothing, or other necessities. Don't stand on ceremony."
After all these years, someone had finally come who could treat him. How could he not be excited?
Xiao Peng followed behind him, his gaze sweeping over the lanterns hanging beneath the covered walkways. The Nalan Family crest embroidered on them swayed gently in the wind.
He could feel that faint, almost imperceptible gaze from behind him.
Nalan Yanran was following at a distance, her footsteps light, as though afraid of disturbing something.
When they arrived at the entrance to Quiet Dust Residence, they found the courtyard gate slightly ajar, covered in wisteria vines. As it was pushed open, several petals drifted down onto their shoulders. A few magnolia trees grew in the yard, now in full bloom, their fragrance fresh and soothing. Just as Nalan Su had said, it was an excellent place for recuperation.
"What do you think, little brother?" Nalan Su asked with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation.
Xiao Peng nodded. "Thank you for your consideration, Patriarch."
"As I should, as I should!" Nalan Su rubbed his hands together and gave a few more instructions, telling him to call for someone whenever he needed anything. Only then did he turn and leave.
As he departed, he deliberately glanced back outside the courtyard. Seeing that Nalan Yanran was still standing there, he gave her a look, signaling for