After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

When we meet again, I will definitely thank him for leaving his umbrella for me in this snowy weather.

"Miss Zheng, watch your step."

The housekeeper reminded me.

Yan Yun snapped out of her thoughts.

The steward led Yan Yun to Mr. Shu's room.

Mr. Shu was a scholar, and even though he was seriously ill in bed, he did not look worried. Hearing the steward's message, he asked someone to help him change his clothes. However, he was indeed unable to get out of bed, so he could only see her in bed.

When Yan Yun arrived with those books.

The steward, noticing the man's perpetually troubled face, finally smiled.

Mr. Shu looked at Yan Yun: "This girl has brought me some medicine to keep me energized."

Yan Yun stood silently by his side, and when he saw Mr. Shu wanting to turn the pages of the book, he stepped forward to support the book. The butler brought over the oil lamp from the side. Although he didn't say anything, he cooperated perfectly.

Mr. Shu glanced at it a few times and felt his eyes stinging; he didn't even realize he was shedding tears.

The butler brought a handkerchief to wipe it.

Mr. Shu said to Yan Yun, "Sir, you're not crying."

If not, Yan Yun would be wondering why she was crying, thinking that the book wasn't that good.

Mr. Shu flipped through a few pages, then closed the book: "My eyes are sore; I'm not as young as I used to be. I'll put the book away and read it again tomorrow."

The steward put away the oil lamp, and Yan Yun also put away the book.

Mr. Shu asked if Yan Yun had been slacking off lately.

Yan Yun shook his head.

Mr. Shu asked his butler to prepare writing materials.

The housekeeper originally wanted to advise the gentleman to rest since he was not feeling well, but seeing that the gentleman's smile never stopped, she did as he suggested.

Although we are not in the Zheng family mansion, the teacher is still the same teacher, and the student is still the same student.

Looking at Yan Yun's serious expression, Mr. Shu couldn't help but think of his former disciple, who was also around the same age and just as serious.

Upon closer inspection, it was surprising to find that the two people looked alike.

Mr. Shu rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Not alone.

Mr. Shu turned his attention back to Yan Yun: "Have you finished writing? Let me see it when you're done."

Yan Yun brought forward the poem he had copied. Mr. Shu looked at it and saw that although the handwriting was still ugly, it had improved much faster than it had a few days ago.

Mr. Shu told the housekeeper to prepare a meal later, and then send Yan Yun back after they finished eating.

Yan Yun saw that the steward originally intended to go back by himself.

Mr. Shu saw through her thoughts.

“I don’t go out, and the fire in the brazier inside the house has never gone out, but I still feel cold. It’s even worse outside. You’re just a little girl. When you need someone to protect you, don’t be too stubborn. I’m your husband, and I’m also an elder. There’s nothing wrong with listening to the arrangements of an elder.”

Yan Yun complied.

Mr. Shu and the others had dinner before arranging for a carriage to take them away.

Unfortunately, Mr. Shu coughed several more times and couldn't get out of bed, so they didn't eat together.

When the housekeeper escorted Yan Yun back, he spoke to her at length, thanking her for coming to see Mr. Shu. He explained that Mr. Shu's son lived in the distant capital, and they rarely saw each other. Although Mr. Shu didn't say it, he could tell from his presence.

As Yan Yun listened to the steward's words while holding the bamboo umbrella, a rare ripple of emotion stirred within him.

Upon arriving at the Zheng residence, the steward led Yan Yun forward.

The Zheng family steward was pale, but when he saw Yan Yun get off the carriage, his heart finally settled down.

If the young lady disappears a few more times, none of them will be able to live anymore.

The Zheng family steward naturally wanted to thank the man for bringing Yan Yun back and even invited him in for a cup of hot tea. However, Mr. Shu's steward was in a hurry to leave and declined his offer.

After escorting Yan Yun home, the butler would then return home.

Yan Yun stood in front of the door, waiting for him to leave before going in.

Granny Zhu walked towards us, looking menacing once again.

Right at the main gate, someone spoke up and scolded, "Miss, do you know how many people in the manor will worry about you if you leave without a word?"

Yan Yun stepped aside and started to walk forward.

Granny Zhu couldn't help herself.

"Hold the young lady down."

The maidservant beside him was already shivering from the cold. Upon hearing Zhu Mama's imposing voice, she immediately took action and caught the person before Yan Yun could even run away.

"Close the door and tie the young lady's hands."

The maids acted quickly this time, showing no hesitation in such matters; they did exactly what the nanny said.

Yan Yun's bamboo umbrella was also thrown aside. Her hands were held down and tied up by the maid. Granny Zhu made her kneel in the inner hall, and not a single servant pleaded for her.

Everyone was thinking of teaching this arrogant young lady, who completely disregarded others, a lesson.

Granny Zhu left the person in the ancestral hall and went to the old lady's side.

She plopped down on her knees.

The old lady was pruning the flowers and plants: "What are you doing? It's getting cold, your legs can't take it."

With tears streaming down her face, Granny Zhu recounted the events of the day, from Yan Yun's disappearance to her return, how she had taken it upon herself to make the young lady kneel in the small ancestral hall.

The old lady also felt that Yan Yun was becoming increasingly unruly, and if those people outside had any ulterior motives towards her, it would be unbearable for her.

"She should be taught some manners."

The old lady didn't say anything about the solution proposed by Granny Zhu. She told Granny Zhu to go back and rest, and that she would handle the rest herself.

Although Granny Zhu said it was to teach the young lady a lesson, she was still not at ease.

"Miss is still in the lobby. It's cold outside, and I'm afraid she might get cold."

"Let her stay there."

Granny Zhu made the decision on her own, but now she's starting to worry.

The old lady put down the scissors in her hand: "Go back and rest."

The old lady didn't want to say it a second time, so she had someone bring her cloak and said, "Let's go out and take a look."

In the small ancestral hall, Yan Yun was bound hand and foot and could not resist. She did not expect that there would be anyone in this mansion who could set her free. Since she could not escape, she would just have to endure it. Her heart was hard, but unfortunately the ground was cold and the wind was biting.

She couldn't hold on for long before her body started convulsing uncontrollably, and her face stiffened.

She heard voices outside.

"Wasn't Granny Zhu going too far this time? If the master finds out when he gets back, he'll definitely not let us off the hook."

"What are you afraid of? Miss is mute. Would a mute person complain?"

"But she is, after all, a young lady."

“You treat her like a lady, but she treats you like a slave who doesn’t care about his life. If she cared about us, she wouldn’t run out every time.”

The other person was persuaded, and remembering what the young lady had done, they pretended not to know and went about their own business.

Yan Yun didn't blame them. They weren't the kind of people who could confide in each other. They hoped that she would consider their feelings when she was with them, but she couldn't do that herself, so she didn't feel anything.

Her eyelids felt heavy, so she simply closed them. Her hands and feet were ice-cold, and she couldn't warm up at all.

The old lady finally arrived.

She offered neither the care of an elder nor had anyone untie her. Instead, she had someone give Yan Yun a sip of warm water, barely managing to pull him back from his daze.

She stood before the memorial tablets, looking at Yan Yun and asking, "Have you regained consciousness?"

When Yan Yun opened his eyes and saw her, he simply closed them again.

The old lady felt utterly humiliated by this treatment, feeling utterly lacking in manners. "Wake her up," she shouted.

The maidservant poured another mouthful of hot water down Yan Yun's throat, but he couldn't swallow it. The hot water just kept flowing down his chin and everywhere.

The maid panicked first.

"Madam, Miss can't drink anymore."