"Yes, Yangyang is right. We must not withdraw the people in Yunâan. Who knows, Yueyue might still come back someday," Ye Ziâan thought for a moment and added, "And we canât call back the people who went out searching. These are just our guesses. Maybe Yueyue is still in Great Zhou."
"Mm, donât worry, Dad. Iâll take care of these arrangements," Lele nodded. Half of the Ye Familyâs people were under his command, so it was naturally up to him to organize them.
"Mom, you must take good care of yourself and get well soon," Yangyang knelt on one knee by Yang Chuxiaâs bedside, resting his head against her arm.
Yang Chuxia patted his head. "Mom is fine; itâs just a cold, and Iâll recover soon. I still want to see my grandsons and granddaughters get married. How could I let anything happen to myself? Your Aunt Dongyang and I have discussed it, and in July, we will officially arrange your engagement to Huaâen. By December, youâll be married. My son is going to look the most handsome in his groomâs attire."
Originally, she had wanted to arrange it earlier, but unfortunately, Mu Shaoling didnât agree. December was the biggest compromise he made.
Yangyang blushed and muttered, "Thank you, Mom!"
"Alright, let your mom rest well. Everyone out."
Ye Ziâan noticed Yang Chuxiaâs complexion still wasnât good and began ushering people out.
Once outside, Lele couldnât help but ask, "Dad, whatâs really wrong with Mom? How can a small chill be so debilitating?"
"Yes, thatâs exactly what I wanted to ask too," his brother said.
"Itâs just a cold," Ye Ziâan replied. "Your Uncle Shaoling diagnosed her personally. Itâs compounded by worrying too much about your sister, which has made it worse. An illness comes like a mountain falling and leaves like a thread being pulled. Donât worry, I am here for your mother. In a few days, you should all return to your duties."
Everyone had their official work to attend, staying here wasnât helping.
That night, Yang Chuxia took a bowl of herbal medicine and then drifted into a drowsy sleep.
Half-awake, she heard someone calling, "Mom, Mom..."
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of a floral forest. There were many people there. Some were carrying cameras, others were holding umbrellas, and in the middle, a group of people in ancient costumes were laughing and playing.
Yang Chuxia was bewildered. Had she returned to the modern era? No, it couldnât be! She didnât want to come back. If she did, what about her little Anzi?
Just as she was panic-stricken, someone tapped her on the back. She turned around to see Yueyue, also dressed in ancient clothes.
"Mom, Mom..."
"Yueyue, what are you doing here? Come home with Mom; your father and brothers are frantic," Yang Chuxia reached out, trying to grab Yueyue, but Yueyue giggled and ran off, shouting back, "Mom, you should go back. Iâm staying here. Tell Dad, my brothers, and Qingqing that Iâm fine and they shouldnât worry. I am Dadâs daughter; I will live well."
"Yueyue..." Yang Chuxia wanted to say more, but Yueyue vanished, leaving her shouting anxiously.
Beside her, Ye Ziâan was startled awake by her loud cries. He quickly lit a lamp and turned to see her pale face, "Wife, whatâs wrong? Nightmare? Or are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"I..." Yang Chuxia looked around the familiar room, exhaled deeply, and hugged Ye Ziâan, murmuring, "I dreamt of Yueyue..." She recounted the dream to Ye Ziâan and then said, "Perhaps sheâs really gone there."
Thinking back, it did resemble a movie set with those cameras and such.
"If thatâs the case, it seems sheâs living well," Ye Ziâan patted her. "Are you relieved now?"