Duanmu Chen knocked the soup bowl Duanmu Yi had used onto the ground, then picked up the fallen Duanmu Yi and carried him into the inner chamber. He gently laid him on the bed, took off his shoes and socks, and covered him with a quilt, his movements both gentle and meticulous.
If one were to ignore Duanmu Yi's furious eyes and trembling, twitching lips, it would truly be a scene of filial piety.
Turning around, Duanmu Chen saw Xiao Family's lady with red eyes and a pale face, looking completely at a loss. He took her hand and had her sit down by the bed, "Mother, there's no need to worry. Father will be fine."
The lady from Xiao Family looked at Duanmu Yi, and was frightened by his almost fiery gaze, shrinking into Duanmu Chen's embrace.
Duanmu Chen hugged her, "From now on, Mother will have to work hard to take good care of Father. As for the matters of the court, Father doesn't have to worry about them. Your son will do his best and will not disappoint Father."
