The Marquise cried for a while, and Xie Rong spoke softly to comfort her.
"Mother, sister will come back. When she comes to her senses, she will return!"
This was why he had returned home; he didn't want her to worry and suffer.
Moreover, he wanted to share everything about his sister with his mother.
"Yes, my daughter will come back!"
The Marquise opened the porcelain bottle, and the scent of the medicine was so refreshing that she felt revitalized just by smelling it.
She hesitated for a moment before getting up to take out several small vials and poured out the medicine pills—exactly five pills.
"She's a very thoughtful and meticulous girl!"
"Is Mother going to give some to Father?" Xie Rong asked.
"..."
After hesitating for a moment, the Marquise said, "No need, he has plenty of fine things at hand; he won't miss this bit!"
She divided three medicine pills among her three sons and kept the other two for herself.
