Feng Jiu’er let go of Tang Xiaohua, turned, and said, “Send the medicine and the bedding in — use it all, it must all be used.”

“Hey, why ‘Godmother’? Why not just ‘Godmother’?” Tang Xiaohua reached out, somewhat displeased.

“Little Xiao Xiao Jiang already has plenty of godmothers.” Yue Qinchun glanced at Tang Xiaohua with a smile. “One more mother figure would really be too many.”

“‘Grandmother’ is fine — little Xiao Xiao Jiang can call me Grandmother from now on.”

“Jiu’er, can I go in with you?” Yue Qinchun turned and asked.

“Sure — go change the bedding first, so Qiaomu can stay warm.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand.

“Wonderful! I get to go in and see Sister Qiaomu.” Yue Qinchun followed along, her face full of delight.

Neither of them paid any mind to the displeased Tang Xiaohua.

“Being called Grandmother isn’t bad at all.” Yue Jianfei gently rubbed Tang Xiaohua’s shoulder. “This is the first time I’ve seen such a young grandmother.”

Tang Xiaohua shot Yue Jianfei a glance and stood up.

“Hurry and set up camp — Grandmother here needs to bathe and change.”

“Yes, my lady.” Yue Jianfei took her hand, and with his other hand, waved.

The officers received their orders and led the soldiers away from the farmhouse courtyard.

With timely, good medicine on hand, Feng Jiu’er’s confidence doubled, and her mood improved as well.

As she and Yue Qinchun entered the room together, Feng Jiang was still sitting on the bed, holding Qiaomu’s hand and speaking to her.

“Third Imperial Brother, Qiaomu will surely recover.” Feng Jiu’er patted Feng Jiang’s shoulder.

Feng Jiang could clearly sense that Feng Jiu’er’s mood had lifted considerably after her trip outside, so he turned to look at her.

“Jiu’er, what did they say?”

“Sister Hua arrived and brought the best tonics for Qiaomu. I already have a plan — if we all work together, Qiaomu will definitely wake up.”

“Bring the bedding in,” Feng Jiu’er called back over her shoulder.

Female soldiers walked in, one cotton quilt in each hand.

Behind them, Yue Qinchun carried in a bucket of warm water.

“Third Imperial Brother, go wash your face and eat something. We’ll clean Qiaomu up a bit — go on, quickly! And drink more soup.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand.

“Brother-in-law, none of us are tired at all.” Yue Qinchun pulled out the cloth towel in her hand and unfolded it.

“You go on out — it’ll be done soon.”

Feng Jiang composed himself, looked once more at the person on the bed, pressed a kiss onto Qiaomu’s fingers, tucked her hand back under the blanket, and stood.

“Everyone’s worked hard.”

Half a shichen later, cheerful voices from the women could be heard coming from the small house.

“Jiu’er, look, he can blink now.” Yue Qinchun said excitedly. “Really, and his eyes are so big.”

“What are you talking about, he opened his eyes and looked at me several times today too.” Xiao Yingtao looked at the little bundle in Tang Xiaohua’s arms, her expression full of tenderness.

“Qiaomu is impressive — a whole month early, and still able to give birth to such a plump, fair little boy.” Tang Xiaohua’s long finger gently traced across little Xiao Xiao Jiang’s face.

At the mention of Qiaomu, everyone unconsciously glanced toward the curtain leading to the inner room.

The outer hall and the inner room were separated only by a curtain, and anyone inside could easily hear their conversation.

“Qiaomu will definitely wake up.” Xiao Yingtao pursed her lips. “After all the hard work it took to win this territory, she wouldn’t bear to give it up.”

“That’s for sure.” Yue Qinchun had never doubted it — if Jiu’er said it was possible, then it was possible.

“By the way,” she turned to look at Feng Jiu’er, “Jiu’er, is little Xiao Xiao Jiang just going to be called that?”

“Shouldn’t we give him a proper name? Something with a bit of authority to it — he’s bound to achieve great things in the future.”