Chapter 334: Chapter 239
He was grateful to Lu Ziyuan for saving his sister, sparing her from a disaster.
He truly believed that his sister, as Lu Ziyuan said, had been saved by him, and thus lowered her guard and accepted him again.
But not long after, the news of Xie Wanqing’s death reached the Capital City.
It truly struck the Xie family like a bolt from the blue.
For nearly a year, the sky over the Marquis Xuanping Mansion remained gloomy.
Xie YanYu coughed softly.
It was only then that Xie Wanqing noticed her brother’s pale face and couldn’t help but worry, "Brother, are you ill?"
"Yes," finally unable to resist, Xie YanYu pinched her cheek lightly and said casually, "The sister I’ve protected since childhood met with trouble, and I became ill from grief."
"..." Xie Wanqing was silent, tugging at his sleeve, "It’s my fault."
As she spoke, her eyes began to redden again, "It’s all my fault. I’m unfilial."
She thought about how, in her past life, the news of her death must have grieved her father, brother, and mother.
For two lifetimes, she had worried them.
"Alright, stop crying," Xie YanYu, unwilling to see his sister cry, wiped her tears and consoled, "It’s fine as long as you’re unharmed. Father and mother’s health is still robust, so you need not blame yourself."
At this moment, he felt as if he was in a dream, everything seeming unreal.
Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but scold sternly, "You are too bold!"
In such chaotic times, for a young lady to travel thousands of miles alone, from north to south!
Before being captured by the Jin Thief, she was just a noble girl pampered in a marquis mansion, who hadn’t even left the Capital.
To have safely reached Bianzhou, beyond her courage, she must have had great prudence too.
...His sister truly was exceptionally intelligent.
No matter how troublesome one’s child is, they are still one’s own.
Such was Xie YanYu’s mindset at that moment, finding his restored sister precious in every way.
Even her rounded belly seemed endearingly plump.
The siblings exchanged tender words, sometimes choked with emotion.
Ji Chengfeng and Chen Xixi stood nearby, listening quietly without interruption.
It was only the arrival of the physician that disrupted the tender scene.
Xie Wanqing meekly extended her wrist.
She wasn’t someone who neglected her health, so there was no major issue, not even a trace of concern for the child in her belly.
Upon hearing the physician’s words, Xie YanYu’s tense face finally relaxed. Just as he was about to ask the physician to leave, his wrist was held by his sister.
"You seem more ill than I am," Xie Wanqing took his hand, rolled up his sleeve, and said to the physician, "Please, check another pulse."
Seeing how pale and how he coughed occasionally, of course, Xie Wanqing was worried.
Xie YanYu wanted to pull back his hand, but realizing how tightly his sister held it, he could only smile wryly and let her be.
This time, the physician took a longer time to check the pulse.
Finally, when Xie Wanqing couldn’t help but furrow her brow, he slowly spoke, "Excessive mourning, grief has settled in the internal organs, the most hurtful to the mind, but fortunately the young master is still young and hasn’t harmed his foundation, with proper care he’ll recover."
Excessive mourning...
Xie Wanqing covered her mouth tightly, her eyes reddening instantly.
She had thought her brother was joking earlier when he said he fell ill from grieving over his sister’s troubles.
But unexpectedly, ... it was true.
Her brother was so heartbroken that he mourned excessively, ... what about her father and mother?
"Why are you crying?"
After the physician prescribed the medicine and left, Xie YanYu patted his sister on the shoulder, "Father and mother were indeed pained, but now that you are fine, once I draft a letter, knowing you are safe will surely cure all their ailments."
