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When she returned to the camp, she saw MO Yuan standing there with a woman in a veil. It was obvious who it was.

Song Jingchen stopped and nodded at Ji Luo. He carried Shen Yijia back to the tent.

“Was that Jiajia’s husband just now?” Ji Luo asked.

MO Yuan nodded. “When I found Young Miss, she was already married to Young Master.”

After Shen Yijia left the tent, MO Yuan roughly explained what had happened beside Shen Yijia in the past two years. Therefore, Ji Luo knew about Song Jingchen, but she still asked again worriedly, “Did he treat Jiajia well?”

“Young Master treats Young Miss very well. Old Madam Song is also a good person.”

Ji Luo nodded and choked. “That’s good.”

It was already a pity for Ji Luo that she couldn’t watch her daughter grow up with her own eyes, let alone see her get married. If she didn’t lead a good life, Ji Luo would probably be even more unable to forgive herself.

On the branches of the moon, there were countless stars.

When Song Jingchen settled Shen Yijia down and came over, MO Yuan was no longer around. Only Ji Luo was still standing there.

He bowed and said respectfully, “May I speak to Madam for a moment?” The next day.

Shen Yijia was woken up by a fragrance. She turned around and saw Song Jingchen sitting at the side reading. The fragrance was coming from the food on the table in front of him.

She swallowed and tiptoed towards it. Unexpectedly, her hand was grabbed just as she reached out.

Song Jingchen didn’t look up. “Wash up first.”

Shen Yijia retracted her hand awl?vardly and smiled. “Good morning, Hubby.”

“It’s not morning anymore. It’s almost time for lunch.” As he spoke, he let go of Shen Yijia’s hand and moved the breakfast on the table to the side.

Shen Yijia was speechless.

After hurriedly washing up, Shen Yijia couldn’t wait to grab the bun and take a big bite. She froze and asked, “Who made this bun?”

Seeing that her expression was off, Song Jingchen picked one up and tasted it.

Shen Yijia clearly saw the muscles on his face twitch a few times, but he still chewed and swallowed the entire bun slowly before saying, “Stop eating the buns and drink the soup. This soup looks good.”

Song Jingchen took the bun from Shen Yijia’s hand and placed it in his bowl. He helped her scoop a bowl of soup.

The pheasant fungi soup was golden in color and had a thin layer of oil floating on it. It looked, smelled, and looked good.

However, with the good-looking but useless buns in front of her, Shen Yijia only dared to purse her lips tentatively.

Then her entire face darkened.

Song Jingchen took a bite and his hand trembled.

“Well.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I already know who made it.” Shen Yijia looked like she had seen through the truth.

Song Jingchen looked at her suspiciously.

“She made it, right?” Shen Yijia sighed, but she clearly looked happy.

Song Jingchen thought that Shen Yijia was touched by Ji Luo’s actions, but he heard her mutter softly, “It seems that there’s a reason why my cooking tastes bad. It has nothing to do with me.”

Song Jingchen was speechless.

She was happy because she had found a scapegoat for her poor cooking skills.

Regardless of the taste, it was still a sincere gift. The couple was about to brace themselves and fill their stomachs when MO Yuan lifted the curtain and entered.

She glanced at the two of them and silently put down the things in her hand.

It was just an ordinary pot of plain porridge and a plate of side dishes stir-fried with wild vegetables found nearby.

“I secretly made it when Master was resting.”

These words revealed two meanings. Firstly, Ji Luo had rested. Secondly, Ji Luo did not know that she had prepared these other things.

Although it was just simple porridge and side dishes without any meat or fish, Shen Yijia was almost touched to tears.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that Ji Luo’s cooking was really terrible. It was worse than her cooking.

Her beautiful husband who could usually hide his expression actually looked stunned when he ate these.

She seriously suspected that Ji Luo had adopted MO Yuan under those circumstances because of her culinary skills.

With that thought in mind, she asked.

MO Yuan paused and suddenly remembered the first time she met her master.

At that time, she was only five years old. After the old beggar who adopted her died, she had starved alone.

As long as she had a bite to eat, she would not starve to death, but she would fall sick.

That winter was especially cold. She thought that she wouldn’t be able to survive it, but a beautiful lady who looked like a fairy appeared and saved her.

Ji Luo understood her own situation and was naturally unwilling to bring her along at first.

What made her change her mind?

The memories were so distant that MO Yuan couldn’t remember them.

When she saw the soup on the table, she understood.

That’s right. Back then, she secretly followed behind her master and saw that she ate rations every day. While she was asleep, she secretly used the fungi she picked along the way to cook a pot of soup for her.

The next day, she overslept. She thought that her master had already left.

She opened her eyes and saw Ji Luo standing in front of her.

When the old beggar picked her up, he called her Little Yuan’er. Ji Luo added another word and named her MO Yuan.

“No way, I really guessed correctly?” Shen Yijia’s eyes widened. She used to think that MO Yuan’s culinary skills were taught by her master.

MO Yuan turned her head away awkvvardly and changed the topic. “Master said that her body is fine. If Young Miss and Young Master want to leave the mountain, we can leave at any time.”

Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen said, “Those soldiers were poisoned because of us. Let them recuperate for two more days before leaving.”

Shen Yijia had no objections. Moreover, she felt that Ji Luo should also recuperate since she was so seriously injured.

Speaking of Ji Luo’s injuries, Shen Yijia suddenly remembered Madam Ji, who she had brought out of the Valley of Heavenly Secrets.

After asking, she found out that Xuanyuan Ce had instructed someone to lock her up before he left. She hurriedly ate breakfast and brought MO Yuan over.

Song Jingchen went to ask about the poisoned soldiers.

Since Xuanyuan Ce was not around, he could not leave him alone.

When she approached the tent where Madam Ji was locked up, she heard intermittent moans. Shen Yijia paused and lifted the tent curtain to enter. When she saw the person whose limbs were tied up and thrown to the ground, she gasped.

Madam Ji’s hair was disheveled, and her face and hands were covered in blood.

“What’s going on here?” she asked.

The two guards looked at each other and said respectfully, “We don’t know either. His Highness asked us to guard here. We didn’t do anything. She suddenly became like this.”

They were still panicking.

Madam Ji looked at Shen Yijia with wide eyes as if she had seen a straw to clutch at. “Save me… I beg you, save me.”

Thinking of the poisonous needles that she had been poisoned with when she left the Valley of Heavenly Secrets, Shen Yijia’s eyes darted around and she squatted down in front of her with interest. “Are you talking to me? Do you know who I am?”

“Please, the spiritual…” Madam Ji said with difficulty. The veins on her forehead bulged, and sweat dripped down her face.

It looked terrifying.

Shen Yijia narrowed her eyes and waved at the two guards. “You can leave first..”