Xiao Jingrui felt even more melancholy. Since arriving, he had kept glancing at Yun Piaomiao, hoping to catch even the slightest hint of joy in her eyes. He had seen that joyful look—but it hadn't been meant for him.
Watching Xiao Jingrui and Su Xuan each brood in their own way, Wang Yue couldn't help sighing at the wretchedness of love. It really did bring people nothing but trouble.
Time flew by amid Xiao Jingrui's heartache. Before long, another two months had passed. Mei Changsu's health had improved somewhat, and Xiao Jingrui, Wang Yue, and the others were preparing to leave Medicine King Valley.
The third year of Yuan You, the twelfth lunar month,
Jinling, the Yan Residence
Yan Que looked at his younger brother seated below him and said in exasperation, "You summoned me down from the mountain just for a junior?"
Yan Ji was just as exasperated with his elder brother. He had abandoned his son and gone off to cultivate on a mountain. It was utterly absurd.
Still, he knew that if he didn't explain things properly, his elder brother would turn around and head straight back up the mountain. He could only say helplessly, "Elder Brother, remember when Yuqing ran away from home?"
Yan Que nodded and asked in confusion, "Of course. Didn't you ask me to use the family's influence to look for her?"
Yan Ji nodded, his expression grave. "Yuqing was rescued by the Yan family in Qinzhou, but the family had offended the Commandery Governor there, and the whole clan was wiped out.
Yuqing was grateful to them. After escaping, she tried to sell herself to pay for her father's burial, but she ran into Young Master Wang."
Yan Que glared at his younger brother. He really wanted to know how Yan Ji