Author: Wen Jiutao

The soldier walked far away, turning his head from time to time to look at Aunt Chun who was standing there.

"How many guards did she bring? How many carriages were there?" Mother Chun asked, but no one responded for a long time. She turned around and saw where there were any shadows of the guards on duty.

Aunt Chun sighed, turned around and returned.

Based on the sound of the carriage's wheels scraping against the ground she just heard, and based on the length, she guessed there should be more than one carriage, more than three. She couldn't tell how many specifically.

All she could think about was Huo Shiyu leaving in the middle of the night. Why did she leave secretly? Why didn't she say hello to them or something like that.

She walked for a while unknowingly. Just when she turned the corner and was about to walk onto another path, she suddenly bumped into someone.

She ran into a gentle embrace, and the unique fragrance of her body spread instantly.

Aunt Chun was startled for a moment, took a step back, looked at the person standing there, and said in shock, "Madam, are you not sleeping?"

Mrs. Hou also took a step back and said in a gentle voice, "Are you up too?"

"I just heard the sound of the wheels of a car rubbing against the stone surface, so I got up and took a look." Aunt Chun answered simply.

"Has the poetry left?"

Aunt Chun was stunned for a moment and said to herself, "How did Madam know? She had no intention of betraying Huo Shiyu?" Then she thought about it, but since Madam had already asked, there was no need for her to hide it.

"The lady has been gone for an hour," she replied calmly.

"How long have you been gone?" Mrs. Hou asked again, seemingly worried.

"It seems like an hour."

"So early." After Mrs. Hou finished speaking, she turned around slightly. The watery moonlight hit her back, making her feel a little lonely. Aunt Chun followed closely. After a few steps, Mrs. Hou suddenly stopped and turned around to look.

Aunt Zhu Chun said, "Ah Chun, when I was talking about poetry yesterday, my tone wasn't very strong, was it? Why is she acting so petty?"

Aunt Chun could only comfort her and said, "What happened to Miss Xu? How could she be angry with Madam?"

Mrs. Hou was startled for a moment, then raised her head helplessly, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, and said in a daze, "When will Qian'er's health get better? If possible, I am willing to exchange it with my life."

Aunt Chun was suddenly startled. She looked up at Mrs. Hou's beautiful profile, and large tears fell down her clean face.

Grandma Chun's heart tightened.

Is this why they all prefer the young marquis?

After Jiuli got up, she put on her purple clothes and neatly prepared breakfast for everyone.

Qilang loved fried dough sticks the most, so Jiuli got up very early and fried a few more fried dough sticks;

Sankui loves pancakes the most, especially the scallion pancakes she makes. Every morning, Jiuli will make several scallion pancakes.

My aunt loves sweets the most, especially the candied fruits made by Jiuli. But she can’t eat candied fruits for breakfast. Only after breakfast, Jiuli will take out three and put them in the oil paper bag. Candied fruits can only be eaten when taking medicine.

Even though my aunt loves to eat candied fruits, she has no choice but to endure it.

After everything was settled in her family's life, Jiuli planned to go to the market. Sankui had already placed her backpack in the yard near the gate. Jiuli just glanced at the backpack placed in the yard.

A few days ago, Sankui was squeezed out by Ruan Dalang because of riding in a carriage. His legs were swollen all the way back. When he walked out with his book under his arm today, Jiuli followed him specially.

She wanted to put Sankui on the carriage first, and then she went to the market to sell herbs.
Chapter completed!