Spring arrived, and the East Garden gradually gained new greenery.
Li Mingyi stopped in his tracks, staring at the newly sprouted green willows for a moment, then said, "Cut them down."
After speaking, his pace subtly quickened as he entered the courtyard.
The stove fire had just dimmed, and the aroma of medicine was strong.
When Li Mingyi came in, Li Xingyuan was already awake.
Miss Qin from the Capital City sat at the bedside, gently feeding him medicine, her movements tender and filled with emotion.
But Li Xingyuan remained indifferent, not even glancing at her.
Pretending not to care? Li Mingyi smiled slightly, speaking warmly, "Miss Qin, thank you for taking care of my son these days."
Miss Qin stood up and said softly, "I don't deserve such thanks."
Noticing the medicine bowl in her hand was already empty, Li Mingyi said, "I need to have a word with Xingyuan."
Miss Qin obediently carried the bowl out.
