Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Jordan looked distressed and said, "Yun'er, you need to drink too. Look how dry and cracked your lips are. Besides, if you don't drink water, how will you have enough milk to feed Zhen'er?"

He snatched the kettle, uncorked it, and forced it into Ling Yun's mouth.

Ling Yun was taken aback. Right, how come she hadn't thought of that?

No wonder she said her breast milk supply has been decreasing these days.

Qiao Xin looked at Ling Yun with her big, watery eyes: "Dad is right, Mom, you have to drink too, otherwise you won't have any milk to feed your little brother."

"Okay, Mom will drink~ Mom will drink~" Ling Yun picked up the kettle and gulped down several mouthfuls, then handed it to Jordan: "Dad, you have to drink too."

"I'll drink it~" Jordan took the water bottle and drank a few sips himself.

Zhao Lian was sitting under a tree not far away, resting with her eyes closed. In the heat of the moment, she hadn't thought about much else; she only knew that she had to keep the carriage under control.

Now that I've relaxed, I feel a burning pain in my palm and realize that it was chafed by the reins and has bled a little.

Sensing someone approaching, Zhao Lian opened her eyes and saw Qiao Feng looking at her with concern: "Zhao Lian, how are you? Are you alright?"

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow, looking relaxed: "It's nothing, what could possibly be wrong with me?"

Qiao Feng didn't believe him: "Let me see your hand."

Zhao Lian said she was fine, but he didn't believe her. He had just seen Zhao Lian's expression and it looked like she was in pain. She even shook her hand, which clearly indicated that her hand was injured.

Zhao Lian was stunned for a moment, not expecting that she couldn't hide it from him.

Before she could react, Qiao Feng took Zhao Lian's hand.

The moment Qiao Feng took Zhao Lian's hand, he was stunned. He hadn't expected that Zhao Lian's palm was scratched and bleeding. Qiao Feng's face immediately showed his heartache: "Look at you, and you said you were fine."

The sensation in her hand surprised Zhao Lian; she hadn't expected Qiao Feng's hands to be even softer than her own.

Seeing the heartache in Qiao Feng's eyes, Zhao Lian shivered. Could this effeminate man have fallen for her?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lian quickly pulled her hand back and said gruffly, "Hey, I told you it's nothing, why are you being so fussy?"

Qiao Feng frowned: "No, your hand is bleeding. Let me rub some medicated oil on it for you!"

As he spoke, he turned back to the carriage and took the medicinal oil.

"Come on! Give me your hand!"

"No, no~"

Zhao Lian shook her head repeatedly and hid her hands behind her back: "Don't try this on me. I said it's nothing, and it's nothing."

Qiao Feng said seriously, "No, I'm worried about your injured hand."

Zhao Lian's eyes sparkled as she mischievously looked at Qiao Feng: "Hey~ Second Brother Qiao, you wouldn't happen to have a crush on me, would you? And you're trying to take advantage of me? Let me tell you, you absolutely mustn't like me, you're not my type."

Upon hearing Zhao Lian's words, Qiao Feng's face flushed red. Everyone else also turned to look at him.

Ling Yun nudged Jordan's hand with her elbow, gestured towards Zhao Lian with her lip, and whispered, "Dad, do you think Qiao Feng has fallen for Zhao Lian?"

Jordan nodded thoughtfully: "I think it looks a bit like that too."

Over the years, Qiao Feng has refused to get married. Several daughters from wealthy families have taken a liking to him and sent matchmakers to propose marriage, but he simply has no interest in it.

He gets all excited whenever he talks about Zhao Lian, which makes people really suspicious.

Ling Yun bit her lip, her eyes darting around: "How about this, you find an opportunity to ask Qiao Feng and sound him out, and I'll also talk to Zhao Lian. If the two of them can get together, that would be wonderful. Where can you find a girl as good as Zhao Lian?"

"Row!"

Zhao Lian still refused to extend her hand: "How about this, you bring the medicated wine over, and I'll apply it myself!"

Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then felt a little embarrassed. Zhao Lian's words clearly showed that she didn't want to have much contact with him.

"Zhaolian, let your grandmother take a look." Yan Guihua walked over, and Qiao Feng fled in embarrassment.

"Oh my goodness, how did you get hurt like this?" Yan Guihua exclaimed dramatically.

"Zhao Lian, let me apply the medicine for you! You got injured while saving me, so it's only right that I apply the medicine for you." Ling Yun also walked over from the side.

Yan Guihua didn't try to take it from Ling Yun, after all, she was right, her granddaughter's injury was to save her.

"Zhao Lian, bear with it, it'll probably hurt a little." Ling Yun carefully poured some medicated oil and applied it to Zhao Lian's hand.

"Hi~"

The moment the medicated oil was applied, Zhao Lian gasped. She hadn't expected it to hurt even more. The oil smelled like camphor oil, and also a bit like wormwood oil.

"Zhao Lian, what do you think of Qiao Feng?" Ling Yun didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"what?"

After a while, Zhao Lian came to her senses and stared intently at Ling Yun: "Sister Ling, is there something you want to tell me? Just say it! What do you want to tell me?"

"Haha~"

Ling Yun laughed. She liked Zhao Lian's personality; she didn't beat around the bush.

Ling Yun tentatively said, "Well, I think you two are quite suitable. It would be great if you two could get together, then we could be sisters-in-law!"

Zhao Lian interrupted her, winking mischievously, "Sister Ling, I prefer to be your sister. Qiao Feng is like an older brother to me!"

"Are you really not going to consider it?" Ling Yun asked.

"I really didn't mean that. Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Sister Ling, we've rested enough, let's get going!"

Since things have come to this point, there's no need to continue. Judging from what Zhao Lian said, she couldn't possibly like Qiao Feng.

Ling Yun told Jordan what Zhao Lian had said, hoping he could also sound out Qiao Feng's intentions and convey Zhao Lian's message to him, so that he would give up on the idea sooner rather than later.

After resting for half an hour, the horse and rider felt much more relaxed after the fright they had just experienced.

Zhao Lian decided to stop and rest every hour, as this combination of work and rest would be safer.

Because the weather was too hot, and the horse was both hungry and tired, it could only travel a few dozen miles a day by stopping frequently.

As evening approached, they still hadn't found a place to stay, so they had to find a flat spot at the foot of the mountain to set up camp.

Zhao Lian arranged the carriages in a circle, and everyone found some leaves to spread on the ground before sitting down in a circle.

Fortunately, it was summer, so apart from mosquito bites, there was nothing else.

At this point, they weren't worried about anything else; if there were other animals, they could catch them and eat them.

The bright moonlight shone on the ground as everyone sat together chatting, their hearts filled with worries about the future.

He Mu sat down to the side, knowing he was unpopular and couldn't squeeze in. Zhao Feng followed him and sat down to the side as well.