Noble Lady Jing Zhao

Mrs. Mu Zhao only hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he sighed lightly and looked at the couch in the back of his eyes, thinking of his son's current situation.

Mrs. Zhao sighed lowly and thought to herself, that's all.

Everything is destiny.

As for what happens in the future, let’s just take it one step at a time.

"Zhaozhao, I'll leave it to you, Zong'er."

Ye Jingzhao shook his head slightly.

Entered the inner room alone.

Just at this moment, the doctor walked out from inside.

Ye Jingzhao turned slightly to the side, cleared the way, saluted the doctor again, thanked him, and then strode towards the couch in the inner room.

She felt complicated and walked towards the inner room step by step.

There are countless possibilities in my mind.

But when Mu Yanzong appeared in front of him with a lifeless face, she was still extremely shocked.

Mu Yanzong's eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were tightly closed.

The right leg was fixed with gauze and a wooden board.

His whole temperament is not as carefree as before.

How can one not feel sad?

But Ye Jingzhao looked at him in such a miserable state, how could she not feel distressed.

The bottom of my heart is densely packed with needles.

She felt a lump in her throat and her eyes were misty.

Without a moment's hesitation, she quickly walked to his side and looked at the boy on the couch, showing no signs of waking up.

Ye Jingzhao's irritable mood gradually calmed down.

She sat down slowly, her eyes never moving away from the boy's face for a moment.

He has lost a lot of weight. Even though the maid has washed him, the vicissitudes between his eyebrows are still deeply embedded in his bones.

The whole person looked as if he had aged by ten years.

Unknowingly, Ye Jingzhao's hand slowly raised, and his slender white fingers fell between the young man's brows.

The young man who originally had his eyes closed tightly felt a cold and sad breath coming towards him.

He instinctively frowned a little more.

Feeling that the fingers on his eyebrows showed no sign of leaving, he tried to open his eyes to see who was next to him.

He originally wanted to raise his hand to push the person away.

But he couldn't muster any strength.

In the end, I can only think about it and see who is offending me.

He will call the guards and throw the person out.

After all, he only has his fiancée Ye Jingzhao in his heart.

How can you let others have skin-to-skin contact with you?

He was timid and Ye Jingzhao would not be happy if he knew this. He wished he had someone take a sword and cut off the hand that offended him.

"woke up?"

A familiar voice echoed in his ears, making him feel a little distracted.

When he was on the verge of death, he was able to survive because of Ye Jingzhao's voice and smile in his dream.

When setting out, he promised that he would come back and marry her.

Mu Yanzong did not want to disappoint Ye Jingzhao.

"Mu Yanzong?"

A familiar voice sounded in her ears again, but this time, the girl's tone was obviously anxious.

After finally opening his eyes, his originally chaotic vision became clearer little by little.

When he saw the face of the girl standing beside him clearly, he felt happy, but then he was full of anxiety, "You..."

The hoarse voice recalled that there were still many things he wanted to ask in his heart.

But his throat seemed to be swirled by a sharp blade, twisting violently. He frowned in pain, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Don't worry, just take good care of it." Ye Jingzhao took the tea cup from the side of the couch, poured a cup of water, and carefully tested the temperature with a spoon before feeding him a little bit of water with his own hands.

"Wait until you recover before you talk."

"Now, you can live in peace and contentment. I will come to see you every day."

Because Mu Yanzong was just recovering from a serious illness, he still didn't have much energy.

Ye Jingzhao only fed him half a cup of water, and Mu Yanzong fell asleep again.

When Madam Mu Zhao learned that she would come every day, she swallowed the words she wanted to persuade her.

Mrs. Ye San, Mrs. Jiang, left Sumuhou Mansion with her daughter.

In the carriage, Mrs. Jiang sighed and looked at her daughter, her heart filled with complicated emotions.

It can be seen that the daughter's brows are furrowed, and she doesn't know what she is thinking about.

"Hey..." Mrs. Jiang sighed softly, took her daughter's hand and held it tightly in her own.

It seems that he wants to block all bad things for his daughter.

Ye Jingzhao suddenly came back to his senses and raised his eyes to meet his mother's worried eyes.

He twitched the corner of his lips and comforted his mother, "Mom, my daughter is fine, and Mr. Mu will be fine too."

Although she was talking to her mother, it was more like she was talking to herself.

"Zhaozhao, Mrs. Mu said, about the child of Yanzong..."

What Jiang wanted to say took many twists and turns in his heart, but in the end he still didn't know how to say it.

But I remembered what Mrs. Mu said.

How could a mother like her not worry about her daughter's future?

The doctor said that Mu Yanzong's legs were probably completely destroyed.

The people raised in Kyoto are all the best among people.

Even if Mu Yanzong is the eldest son of Su Muhou Mansion, but now that his leg is broken, his future is probably completely hopeless.

Moreover, Mu Yanzong may not be able to earn the title of the Marquis Mansion.

Mrs. Mu has been planning hard for a long time, but in the end, she is afraid that it will all come to nothing.

"Mom, no matter what, I will never abandon him."

Ye Jingzhao looked solemn when he saw Mu Yanzong looking like that today.

Deep in her heart, she silently and firmly told herself that she would accompany him and accompany him step by step out of this dark time that she didn't know when it would end.

Mrs. Ye San's face turned slightly stiff when she saw her daughter being so serious.

I couldn’t bear to persuade him any more.

For several days in a row, Ye Jingzhao ran to Mu's house every day.

Mr. Ye San and his wife didn't say much.

Since Mu Yanzong woke up, his health has gotten better day by day.

Perhaps with Ye Jingzhao's company, Mu Yanzong was in a very good mood every day.

From the beginning, he didn't know how to eat, but later on, he could eat a whole bowl of rice every day with her by his side.

Ye Jingzhao would take some time every day to accompany Mu Yanzong to bask in the sun in the yard.

While she was embroidering a purse for him, she was chatting with him.

At this time, Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Zhao, was watching quietly from the corridor not far away.

Zhao has thought about such a warm scene countless times in her heart.

But she never imagined that it would be in this situation.

The dull atmosphere in the courtyard of the Mu family's main house was dispersed little by little by Ye Jingzhao's laughter.

Mu Yanzong seemed to be infected by her.

The whole person's energy and spirit seemed to have returned to their previous state.

But every time his eyes fell on the broken leg, his eyes inevitably dimmed a little.

"Don't worry. We will find some doctors in the future and it will always be cured."

Every time I saw Mu Yanzong's dim eyes looking at his broken leg.

Ye Jingzhao always spoke in time and encouraged him from the side.

Mu Yanzong shook his head helplessly, "Even the imperial physician in the palace said there was nothing we could do..."