Song Yan said, "These days, I told the First Madam that you don’t have to work."
Wan’Er’s face showed a hint of urgency, but she was embraced by that large hand, her entire body pressed against Song Yan.
"You serve me, meaning you are my woman. I do not permit you to wake early for work, so you mustn’t get up."
Wan’Er hesitated for a moment, then said, "Master truly knows how to pamper someone."
Song Yan looked up at the white silk hanging from the top of the bed, experiencing the strange sensation brought by the "transformation" of others’ cause and effect.
He and Wan’Er were clearly unfamiliar with each other and had no relation to this Medical General’s household, yet because of the "transformation’s" cause and effect, he suddenly became an important member of this family.
His life, everything about him seemed to change because of it.
As long as he was willing to forget, he could even escape "Song Yan" for several decades, quietly enjoying this life belonging to "Wang Tianyu," experiencing its joys and sorrows, untangling its cause and effect tribulations, and enjoying the confidantes that should have belonged to him.
Such days were not so bad.
He held Wan’Er and slept soundly until dawn.
When the white light appeared outside the window, Wan’Er hurriedly got out of bed, serving him to rise and using a comb of animal teeth to groom his hair.
Once they stepped outside, they saw a maid waiting at the door.
Wan’Er clearly recognized the maid, quickly saying, "It’s not that I didn’t get up today..."
Her words were cut off as the maid looked at Wan’Er and smiled, "The First Madam said if you haven’t left this courtyard by the time of Chen, you’ll follow the Fourth Lord henceforth and no longer need to return to her courtyard."
Wan’Er was taken aback, then gracefully bowed, saying, "Thank you, First Madam."
Song Yan watched this unfold without intervening.
He could clearly see that this girl named Wan’Er truly had "secretly admired him for a long time," and being with him now, she was likely to give him her heart entirely.
Such a woman would be absolutely loyal for any task.
Many matters conducted by Wan’Er were better than if he did them himself.
A moment later...
Wan’Er again served Song Yan breakfast, and during a brief free moment, she took out a long sword, performing a set of light, elegant swordsmanship in the spacious courtyard.
Song Yan glanced casually, noticing imperfections in her swordsmanship, with the subsequent moves seeming disjointed, so he pondered slightly and gave Wan’Er a few pointers.
The two discussed swordsmanship.
After their conversation, the relationship between the two grew closer.
Song Yan naturally brought up the ingredients for the "Nine-Turn Soul-Melting Soup."
Upon hearing about the "Thousand-Year Cold Luo Grass," Wan’Er was momentarily stunned, but soon said, "Cold Luo Grass is a common herb, but the thousand-year version is extremely rare; I’ve never heard anyone ask for it. In the afternoon... I shall run some errands for you, Master, to various channels like the merchants’ guild, the medicine hall, and ask some old herbalists."
Song Yan nodded, and at this moment, another maid came to report that the old lady was seeking him.



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