Outside the courtyard, Qiao Mu pushed a small cart, approaching the courtyard house.

The little cart was Feng Jiu’er’s creation—something money couldn’t buy anywhere.

The cart had four posts underneath, each fitted with four wheels.

Above, two smooth, rounded posts rose up, with a crossbeam on top.

In the middle, it looked like a small cage, square on all sides, lined inside with a soft blanket.

Over the lidless little cage stretched a length of light gauze, blocking out the sunlight.

A group of women came out and saw Qiao Mu approaching.

“Little Xiaojiang has come to see us,” someone called out with a smile.

Qiao Mu looked at the group of women and stopped in her tracks.

Her body hadn’t fully recovered yet, but with the cart to steady her, walking wasn’t hard at all.

“Sister Qiao Mu, are you feeling better? Why are you out and about?” Yue Qinchun went over and hooked her arm through Qiao Mu’s.

“I’m fine,” Qiao Mu shook her head, looking toward Feng Jiu’er. “Didn’t Jiu’er say the little one needs to get some sun from time to time?”

“Even if I don’t come out, I still have to move around in the room—I can’t just lie there the whole time, so I might as well bring him out myself.”

Behind Qiao Mu were two maids and four guards.

With these six people protecting her, and being on her own territory besides, there was nothing much to worry about.

“How are you doing?” Feng Jiu’er asked softly.

“I’m fine. I can eat, I can sleep, and the wound doesn’t hurt,” Qiao Mu shook her head.

“Can I hold little Xiaojiang?” Xiao Yingtao lifted the gauze.

A chubby little face appeared before everyone, and the women grew delighted.

“So adorable!”

“He’s gotten even chubbier.”

“I think little Xiaojiang has the prettiest eyes.”

“They’re closed—how did you even see them?”

“I saw them when he was awake.”

Xiao Yingtao didn’t care about any of that, pushing past the people crowding in to pick up little Xiaojiang.

“It’s windy out here—let’s go inside and play.” She tossed out that line and carried little Xiaojiang off.

“Xiao Yingtao, I want to hold him too.”

“Xiao Yingtao, let me hold him.”

“Let me see him.”

The group of women followed after Xiao Yingtao.

“Let’s go together—it’s about time for afternoon tea anyway,” Feng Jiu’er said, looking at Qiao Mu. “Best if you can walk around a bit, and I’ll check your wound while we’re at it.”

“Sister Qiao Mu, can you manage on your own?” Yue Qinchun carefully let go of Qiao Mu’s arm.

“I’m fine,” Qiao Mu shook her head, letting go of the cart and stepping forward.

“See, I told you I was fine, but Feng Jiang just wouldn’t rest easy, insisting I push the cart out with me.”

Yue Qinchun stepped up and hooked her arm through Qiao Mu’s again.

“The wound’s so deep—better to be careful. Come on, let’s talk while we walk inside.”

The three of them walked forward together, and Yue Qinchun’s mouth curved up, her face full of delight. “This is so nice!”

She turned her head to look at Qiao Mu, then at Feng Jiu’er, and went on, “If only our Tianji Hall could stay this lively and cheerful forever.”

“Jiu’er, will we be living in the capital from now on?”

Feng Jiu’er patted her small shoulder and said, “Maybe. Who knows.”

“But, would you really be willing to leave your mother and father?”

“Mother says that now that we’ve fought our way back to the capital, she’s definitely going to buy a big house there—the capital’s better for making money,” Yue Qinchun said, looking up at the sunlight.

“By then, I can go wherever I want, and I can be with Brother Yinan too—perfect!”

If it really turned out that way, it truly would be perfect!

But how the final battle would go, no one could say for certain.

Feng Jiu’er didn’t say anything more. In any case, the Feng Clan belonged to everyone.

From now on, as long as she had something to give, she’d never let the common people go hungry—let alone the good brothers and sisters who’d faced death together with her.