The Zhou family—Zhulan heard about the situation in the garden and went to check on Ming Ling herself. Halfway there, she saw the siblings heading toward the main courtyard. As they approached, Zhulan raised her hand to touch her grandson's head. "Hm, no swelling. Does it still hurt?"
Ming Ling looked a bit embarrassed. "Grandson has worried Grandma. I'm fine now."
If it didn't hurt, then all was well. Zhulan felt relieved and reached out to adjust his cloak. "Come, today we'll eat together in the main courtyard."
Ming Ling grinned with his eyes. "Okay!"
Yu Yi signaled the maid to call for Yu Jiao. Since their parents from the third branch weren't often around, the siblings from this branch were the ones who dined most frequently with their grandparents.
At the main courtyard, Ming Ling took off his cloak and mimicked Young Master Yu. "Grandma, I even touched the dimples!"
The little boy was brimming with pride—he was the first in the family to manage it.
