On the day Yunqian was finally able to get out of bed, the entire Zong Sheng Residence could at last ease their minds, radiating with joy from inside out.
Old Lady Zong's courtyard, situated in the best part of Zong Sheng Residence, was bustling with servants coming and going. A group of maids carried various soups and broths, busily moving in and out. Eldest Madam Zong, not completely reassured, personally checked the dishes before allowing them to be served.
"That's enough, enough, how much can he eat? Moreover, he's just awakened; we must gradually increase his intake." Old Lady Zong watched the maids and old women bustling in and out, Eldest Madam Zong working tirelessly, her courtyard's staff seemingly wishing they could all be stationed here permanently.
