"The night grew thicker, and the vast Dong Residence fell quiet, save for the occasional footsteps of servants on night duty.
In Qingqiu Pavilion.
Dong Ruoqiu had not woken up yet, but her breathing was much steadier than before.
All of the servants who used to attend to Dong Ruoqiu had been sold, and now, Ding Mei and Lamei, who were personal maids from the Ya Family, were assigned to care for her, along with the Ya Family's wet nurse, Peng Family, who had also been dispatched to her daughter's side and was now the manager of Qingqiu Pavilion.
"Son-in-law, you should go back and rest," Peng Family glanced at Yang Baiyue, who insisted on staying by his wife's side. "The servants are here."
"It's okay, I'm afraid Ruoqiu would be frightened if she woke up and didn't see me," Yang Baiyue shook his head. "Besides, it's because I didn't take good care of her, that she..." He even began to shed tears as he spoke.
