Red Mansion: Holding Space and Marrying Like the Sea

In the carriage, Lin Jingyu picked up a food box from the seat and took out a bowl of bird's nest porridge and two plates of buns.

"Cousin, this is what my grandmother prepared this morning. You can eat some first to fill your stomach and then have dinner after we get home." Wang Yi thanked him hurriedly. When he took it, he felt the warmth in his hand.

I didn't feel hungry just now, but when I smelled the fragrance of the porridge, I suddenly felt hungry, so I ate it especially happily.

After Wang Yi finished his meal, he leaned back on the cushions and closed his eyes to rest. Lin Jingyu did not disturb him, sitting quietly to the side. When they arrived at the Wang residence, Wang Yi accompanied Lin Jingyu to pay his respects to Old Madam Wang. Seeing Wang Yi, Old Madam Wang was very happy and said, "Yier, you must have been tired these past few days. You don't need to come to pay your respects for the next few days. Go back and wash up and rest. I'll send someone to bring you food when it's time for dinner." Wang Yi agreed and went straight back to his own courtyard to rest.

Back in his spacious and tranquil courtyard, clever servants had already prepared all the necessary bathing supplies. Neatly arranged wooden tubs, filled with perfectly warm water, emanated curls of steam, as if beckoning Wang Yi. Watching all this, a surge of warmth welled up in Wang Yi's heart. He stepped into the tub, letting the warm water gently envelop his weary body. Suddenly, he felt all his worries melt away. He closed his eyes contentedly, quietly savoring this rare moment of comfort, as if the entire world consisted only of him and the warm water.

After a long while, feeling that all the dirt on his body had been washed away, he slowly stood up. The servant beside him quickly handed him a clean towel and helped wipe his wet hair and face. After a busy period, Wang Yi was finally dressed neatly and looked particularly refreshed. He stretched his muscles slightly and felt full of strength. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, the effect of this hot bath was truly miraculous.

At this moment, he summoned a servant to gather his toiletries, then strolled to the window, opened it, and let the fresh air in. The scenery outside the window came into view: the lush green trees swayed gracefully in the breeze, as if celebrating his refreshing and joyful moment. Having just had a quick bite in the carriage and a refreshing bath, Wang Yi felt surprisingly in good spirits, not at all fatigued by the journey.

Without hesitation, he walked straight to the desk, where brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone were already laid out, as if awaiting his arrival. He sat down, took a deep breath, and composed himself, preparing to quietly finish the past few days' exam papers. Seeing this, the servant hurried forward and carefully ground the ink and spread the paper. The ink, evenly and finely ground on the inkstone, emitted a faint fragrance that added an elegant atmosphere to the entire room.

Wang Yi pondered for a moment, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer. He picked up his pen and began writing with a flowing, effortless flow. The tip of the pen scraped across the rice paper, creating a rustling sound. The handwriting was neat and powerful, as if expressing his deepest emotions. He wrote in one go, sprawling across several sheets of rice paper, each word imbued with his earnestness and concentration.

Only after silently completing the last exam did he stop writing and breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a momentous task. He carefully reviewed his writing from beginning to end, his gaze piercing, not missing a single detail. Once he was sure everything was correct, he relaxed slightly, only to feel a wave of sleepiness wash over him. He rubbed his sore eyes, smiled helplessly, and thought to himself, "Today has been truly busy and fulfilling." Then he said to the servant, "Put it away carefully so that my grandfather and uncle can check it." Then he dove into his bedclothes and fell asleep, soon slipping into a sweet dream.

When the sun was high in the sky, it was already noon. Wang Zisheng and his wife came to bring Wang Yi food. They gently pushed open the door and were surprised to find that Wang Yi had been sleeping for a long time, lying on the couch as quiet as a porcelain doll.

Witnessing this scene, Madam Wang Zisheng couldn't bear to wake her beloved grandson. So, she gently instructed the attendants beside Wang Yi, "You must remain vigilant at all times. Don't let your guard down even for a moment! You must keep a close eye on my son. If he wakes up, you must report to me immediately. Do you understand?"

Hearing Madam's words, the servants around her nodded in agreement, promising to do as Madam requested. However, Madam seemed a little uneasy, and added, "Also, the small kitchen must always have some delicious meals ready. Whenever my son wakes up, he'll be able to enjoy a hot meal! This matter must not be sloppy in the slightest. If I find out anyone is slacking off, don't blame me for punishing them severely!"

After hearing this, the servants quickly responded in unison and promised that nothing would go wrong. Seeing everyone so obedient, Wang Zisheng and his wife finally felt relieved and slowly turned around and left the room.

Time flew by like a fleeting horse, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the next morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Since early morning, Wang Zisheng and his wife had been worried about their precious grandson, Wang Yi. Unable to bear the thought, they once again visited Wang Yi's room.

When they quietly pushed open the door and walked in cautiously, they were surprised to find that Wang Yi was still lying quietly on the bed, deeply immersed in a dream, with no sign of waking up.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zisheng and his wife's hearts instantly tightened, and worry involuntarily appeared on their faces. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with anxiety and uneasiness. Could something be wrong with their grandson? Otherwise, why would he sleep so deeply and not wake up for such a long time? All kinds of negative thoughts flashed through their minds.

The more he thought about it, the more serious the matter seemed. Wang Zisheng made a prompt decision and turned to the door without hesitation and ordered: "Go quickly! Go and ask a skilled doctor to come and take a good look at my grandson!" As soon as he finished speaking, a smart servant responded and hurried out to ask the doctor.

Not long after, the doctor arrived in a flurry. He calmly walked to the bedside, sat down, and gently placed three fingers on Wang Yi's wrist. He closed his eyes and concentrated on taking Wang Yi's pulse. Time ticked by, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, nervously awaiting the doctor's diagnosis.

Finally, the doctor slowly opened his eyes, and his originally tense expression suddenly relaxed. He smiled and said to Wang Zisheng and his wife, "You don't have to worry too much. The young master is fine. He just has been overworked in recent days, which has caused physical and mental exhaustion. He needs a good rest and recuperation to recover." Hearing the doctor's words, Wang Zisheng and his wife finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

After a moment's thought, the doctor wrote a tonic prescription and handed it to Wang Zisheng, detailing how to decoct the medicine and how to take it. After everything was arranged, the doctor stood up and said goodbye.