In the past two days, Daohua had been busy taking care of the old lady, Madam Li, and the Wu Family, all sick, while also preparing things for the trip to Xingyun Prefecture, in addition to finding time to deal with affairs within the estate; she was utterly overwhelmed.
During this time, undercurrents surged among the members of the Yan Residence, and there were quite a few murmurs in private.
One noon, under the blazing sun, Daohua returned to the main compound from the third courtyard.
"Madam woke up for a while earlier and looked more spirited than the past couple of days, she even ate a bowl of bird's nest porridge before going back to sleep," Ping Tong volunteered the information without waiting for Daohua to ask.
Hearing this, Daohua's mood instantly brightened considerably, "It's good that Mother has an appetite, once a person feels like eating, their illness is likely to improve quickly."
Ping Tong smiled and nodded, "Isn't it just so."
