"I've only been away for a while, and you've been chatting all night long?" Xia Yuanqiu placed two plates of food in front of his grandfather.
Zhu Yan said: "It's just gossip!"
Xia Yuanqiu glanced at everyone sitting there and expressed disbelief in Zhu Yan's attitude, but he didn't say anything and finished the meal happily.
After eating, Zhao Yonghe took Xia Yuanqiu to the Bamboo House that had been prepared.
"Yuan Qiu, do you know who the previous owner of Zhuju was?" Zhao Yonghe asked.
Xia Yuanqiu smiled sweetly, tilted his head and said, "As my aunt asked, the owner of the Bamboo Residence must be my mother."
Zhao Yonghe also smiled and said: "You girl, you really have a delicate heart with seven orifices. Yes, the former owner of this Bamboo House was your mother. She had been living in the Bamboo House before she got married. After your mother got married, your father refused to let anyone else. I went to live there and asked my servants to take good care of the Bamboo House and wait for your mother to return to her parents' home. But who would have thought that when your mother left, it would be a farewell forever. In order to remember your mother, your grandfather left the Bamboo House empty. When he misses your mother, he comes in and sits there. Everything here is still the same as it was when your mother was here."
Xia Yuanqiu nodded, filled with emotions in her heart. She could imagine what a magnificent beauty Baili Yunyu was. Otherwise, how could the emperor have remembered her so much? It was a pity that beauty was so unlucky.
"Thank you, aunt, for telling me this!"
Zhao Yonghe patted the back of her hand and said with a smile: "Silly boy, you are Yun Yu's daughter, just like my own daughter. Don't be polite to me. Tell me whatever you need. Do you understand? "
Xia Yuanqiu nodded, his eyes slightly red.
In her previous life, her parents died when she was young and she was raised by her grandfather. As far back as she can remember, she has never experienced her mother's tenderness. After school every day, she can only watch with envy as her classmates hold their mother's hand and go home. , but she was sitting alone in the car sent by her grandfather.
In this life, when she woke up, she knew that she was an orphan again without a father and a mother. Although she later found her life experience, her mother had died early, her father was unkind, her grandmother was unloving, and she was no different from an orphan.
Fortunately, she had a grandfather who loved her like a grandfather, and now she had an aunt who treated her as a daughter. She felt warmth that she had never experienced before, and her eyes couldn't help but become moist.
She turned her head away and let the wind dry the tears in her eyes. She didn't want to cry, she wanted to laugh and live with a smile.
Zhao Yonghe took her to the room. The bedding on the bed was all new and exquisite.
The two sat down at the table in the room. Zhao Yonghe poured a cup of warm tea for Xia Yuanqiu and said, "Yuanqiu, you and the prince have been married for more than a year, why are you still not happy?"
Xia Yuanqiu's face turned red and he said with a smile: "Maybe it's fate that hasn't come yet!"
Zhao Yonghe is a master of gynecology. She does not believe in fate. It is common for a young couple to fall in love when they sleep together. If the girl and the boy were not faulty, the news of good news would have happened long ago.
He reached out and grabbed Xia Yuanqiu's wrist: "I'll give you a pulse number!"
Xia Yuanqiu finally understood why her grandfather wanted to drive her away today. It turned out that there was a table of people sitting around discussing her fertility issues. Oh my God—
Since she could become the wife of the owner of the Medicine King Valley, she would naturally be good at medicine, so Xia Yuanqiu let her aunt take her pulse.
Zhao Yonghe shouted for a while, frowned slightly, and said doubtfully: "Your pulse seems very strange."