The First Madam's body trembled, her face slightly pale, lips tightly pressed together, and she remained silent for a long time.
After a while—
"Nan Yang, bringing you back, I have never regretted it. I am tired, you may go." The First Madam resumed tapping the wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures, saying no more.
Nan Yang did not move; he lowered his eyes, gazing at the First Madam for a long time with an obscure and uncertain expression.
"Mother, remember to look for me if you need anything."
With that, he turned and left.
The sound of the wooden fish stopped, the chanting ceased, and the Buddhist beads in her hands no longer rotated. In the room filled with sandalwood fragrance, dim light interwove with swirling smoke, bringing forth a deep sigh.
An Yiqing was unaware of Nan Yang's return to the Nan Family, as she was currently focused on treating Nan Tian.
