[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Wei Chaoyan tenderly carried the little Wei Ying in her arms and quickly walked back to the room. She gently placed him on a small couch in the room, covered him with a quilt, and then quietly left the room.

As soon as Wei Chaoyan came out, she saw Qi Ye holding Qingyan's hand and guarding her with worried expressions. In order not to frighten them, she forced a natural smile and said, "Nothing happened, don't worry."

The precocious Qi Ye naturally wouldn't let Wei Chaoyan brush her off. She remained silent, only staring intently at her with pursed lips. Wei Chaoyan felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, saying, "It's really nothing. Do you remember a few days ago when your older sister took you to the cloth shop to look for someone?"

Qi Ye nodded to indicate that he remembered, and Wei Chaoyan continued, "That day, my sister went to the cloth shop to find Aunt Yan to ask her for help in finding a child. Just now, she had an uncle bring the child she found over."

"Why are you looking for that child you just carried in?" Qi Ye asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

“It’s him.” Wei Chaoyan’s face showed a complex expression, a mixture of pity, heartache, joy at finding someone, and regret for not finding him sooner. “He is the son of our family’s great benefactor. If his parents hadn’t helped us get rid of that hateful evil spirit a year ago, our whole family would have died long ago, and you, Qiye, wouldn’t have met us. Now his parents died while exorcising the evil spirit, leaving him, a four or five-year-old child, to wander the streets of Yiling. If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have known, but now that I know, I can’t do nothing. Although our family isn’t big or rich, we can afford to raise another child.”

At this point, Wei Chaoyan couldn't help but tease Qi Ye again: "Our little Qi Ye will have a big brother from now on, aren't you happy?"

“Who has gained an older brother? He’s clearly the younger brother,” the clever Qi Ye chimed in.

“Um, Qi Ye A Ying is five years old now, and you are only four and a half, so…” Wei Chaoyan said, pretending to be embarrassed.

"Aying? Is that his name?" Qi Ye ignored Wei Chaoyan's strange behavior and continued to ask.

"Yes, Wei Ying, the 'Ying' in 'infant.' His parents hoped that he would always be as innocent and carefree as an infant, keeping his childlike heart undisturbed by the many emotions and desires of the mortal world." Wei Chaoyan sighed. Although the expectation was good, little Wei Ying had already suffered seven of the eight sufferings of life in his original destiny line, excluding the suffering of old age!

After sighing, Wei Chaoyan instructed Qi Ye to stay in the room with Qingyan and watch over her for a while. She went to the kitchen to boil water for him to take a bath and change his clothes. If he woke up, he should come to the kitchen to call her.

After arriving in the kitchen, Wei Chaoyan lit a fire, filled a large pot halfway with water, then got up to wash a few handfuls of rice and put them into the rice cooker to cook porridge, preparing it to fill the stomach of little Wei Ying when he woke up.

After finishing these tasks, Wei Chaoyan sat down in a chair and took out the storage bag in her arms. She took out the wound medicine that her father had prepared before, intending to apply it after bathing little Wei Ying. Holding the wound medicine in her hand, Wei Chaoyan thought thoughtfully, "Looking at how many wounds are exposed on A Ying's clothes, there must be even more hidden under the clothes. The internal damage must be considerable. It seems that after applying the medicine, I should call a doctor to take his pulse."

Even after the bathwater was heated and the porridge was cooked, Qi Ye hadn't come to the kitchen to find her, so it seemed Wei Ying was still unconscious. Wei Chaoyan looked up at the sky outside the window and realized it was almost noon. Seeing that there was a considerable amount of porridge already cooked, she decided not to make lunch. She took out a few eggs, cracked them into a bowl, added some salt, stirred them well with chopsticks, and placed them on the table, covering them with an empty bowl. She then washed some greens, chopped them, and added them to the bowl, also covering the table. Before serving the porridge, she would add the eggs and greens, cover the pot, and simmer for fifteen minutes, then add some fine salt and sesame oil. The resulting porridge was fragrant, delicious, and nourishing.

After doing all this, Wei Chaoyan took a large bucket, scooped out most of the hot water from the pot, carried it into the room, poured the hot water into the bath tub that had been brought in beforehand, and then took the empty bucket to the well to fill it with some cool water and add it to the bath tub. After testing the water temperature and finding that it was just right and not too hot, she turned around and went to the closet to take out a set of new clothes that she had prepared and placed them on the bedside.

Seeing that everything was ready, Wei Chaoyan took off the clothes of little Wei Ying who was lying on the couch and threw them on the ground. Then she gently picked up the naked person and placed him in the hot water of the bathtub. She held his neck firmly with one hand to prevent him from slipping into the water, and used her free hand to wash him from head to toe with a towel soaked in hot water.

During the washing process, despite Wei Chaoyan's utmost care and gentle scrubbing, he still winced in pain and let out soft groans when she accidentally washed his numerous wounds, large and small, layered upon layered on his body. Wei Chaoyan and Qi Ye, standing nearby, felt a pang of heartache. Only the young and unaware Qingyan stood before the tub, curiously gazing at this unfamiliar older brother.

In order to shorten the time that Wei Ying suffered, Wei Chaoyan hardened her heart and sped up the washing process, which made Wei Ying's cries of pain even louder.

After much effort, Wei Chaoyan cleaned up the filth from little Wei Ying's body, dried him off with a towel, and then placed the man, who was about to wake up, on the bed. She quickly wrapped him in a thick quilt to prevent him from catching a cold.

After covering him with the blanket, Wei Chaoyan opened the porcelain bottle containing the wound medicine, carefully moved one of his arms out of the blanket, and quickly applied the medicine to the wound. After applying the medicine, he reached for the undergarment placed by the bed, put the sleeves on him, and then quickly tucked the arm back into the blanket.

She applied the medicine and dressed the remaining parts in the same way. After finishing, Wei Chaoyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a long sigh. Then she carried all the dirty water and clothes to the well, poured out the dirty water, went to the kitchen, poured the prepared vegetables and eggs into the porridge, stirred it well with a spoon, added an appropriate amount of salt, covered the pot, then went to the stove to add some firewood, and went to prepare other side dishes to go with the porridge.

I quickly prepared a few refreshing and light side dishes and placed them on a tray. Then I lifted the pot lid to check and found that the porridge was ready. I added a few drops of sesame oil to enhance the flavor and then ladled the porridge into bowls placed by the stove. I sprinkled some chopped green onions on the tray and carried it into the room with chopsticks and a rice spoon.

Wei Chaoyan placed the tray on the table in the room and said to Qi Ye with a smile, "The vegetable and egg porridge is ready. It's still hot from the pot, so don't eat it right away. Let it cool down a bit before you eat it. Keep an eye on Qingyan and make sure he doesn't climb onto the table to reach the porridge bowl, or he'll burn his hands. I'm going to call Aying to get up and drink her porridge."

Qi Ye nodded understandingly and pulled Qing Yan to sit on a chair far away from the table, watching together how Wei Chaoyan woke up the unconscious person.