The Old House
Beichen Jue stood by the window, his eyes deep as he looked at the busy servants in the courtyard below.
Ye Xinluo pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a bowl of freshly brewed herbal medicine from the kitchen. The old man, hearing the noise, turned and immediately furrowed his brows, stepping forward to take the porcelain bowl from her hands. "Why don't you take a good rest? Leave these things to the servants. You're pregnant, so don't do these chores."
"I'm fine, Grandpa. It's good to move around a bit while the months are still early. This is the medicine freshly brewed in the kitchen. Please drink it while it's hot."
Upon hearing he had to take medicine, Beichen Jue furrowed his brows as if facing a great enemy, glancing at the bowl with disdain. "It's that herbal medicine again, bitter as hell. Just seeing it irritates me."
Since Xu Yi was sent to prison, the old man's health had been deteriorating, and in not much time, he had lost a lot of weight.
