Farm Girl's Manor

Mo Yan didn’t want to trouble Yang Bao, nor did she want this incident to escalate to the Government. She solemnly promised to return the Golden Beast to the mountains.

With Mo Yan’s assurance, Yang Bao breathed a sigh of relief, declined her offer to stay for a meal, and hurried back home.

Worried about her father’s injuries, Mo Yan temporarily set aside those distressing matters and carried a pot of freshly drawn Spirit Spring Water to Mo Qingze’s courtyard.

Mo Qingze had awoken, but his injuries were not light this time, and he had lost much blood. Even sitting up required effort, so he temporarily lay on his bed without getting up.

At this moment, Mo Qingze’s complexion was ashen and his brows were tightly furrowed. Not because of pain from his wound, but because he was worrying about another matter.

"Ziyu, Mr. Liu has also said that your injury is not severe. As long as you rest well, you’ll be fully recovered within a month, and it won’t affect the autumn examination next month," Mr. Liu comforted.

Han Zhiyun also earnestly said, "Brother Jianan is right! You’re always too tense. You’re always busy with your studies and won’t go to bed before the third watch of the night. As soon as the cock crows three times, you’re up reading. This injury can allow you to adjust your condition."

The two of them were afraid that Mo Qingze would brood over his thoughts, which was why they had not rushed back to the city. They hadn’t expected their concerns to be validated. Nobody wanted such an accident to happen, but the autumn examination was on the fifteenth of next month. Missing it would mean waiting another three years. If it wasn’t for their trust in Doctor Du’s medical skills, they wouldn’t know how to console him.

When Mo Yan entered, she caught Han Zhiyun’s words. She ignored her father’s embarrassment and, with a not-so-good expression, asked, "Uncle Han, does my father do this every day?"

Seeing her, Han Zhiyun, who seemed to have found his savior, quickly said, "Your father does this every day. Him enduring this ordeal today isn’t entirely a bad thing. You should also persuade your father to stop thinking about the autumn examination. It won’t be good for his recovery."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan’s expression grew even grimmer, but before others, she still wanted to save her father’s face and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Han. I will surely persuade my father."

Knowing the influence the young lady had on her friend, Han Zhiyun and Mr. Liu were both relieved to hear her say this. After giving Mo Qingze a few more words of advice, they left to give their friend some face.

Mo Yan closed the room door, poured a full cup of Spirit Spring Water for her father, and watched him drink every last drop without spilling. Her anger subsided somewhat, but her face became even more stern. "Father, you may disregard my nagging, but you must not disregard your own health. Or are you saying you don’t take us, your three children, seriously either?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Ever since Mo Qingze had first entered Changshan Academy, Mo Yan had been worried he was pushing himself too hard. Each time Mo Qingze returned to the Academy, she would remind him to sleep early, rise early, and eat on time. She had never expected her father to completely ignore her advice.

Later, seeing that Mo Qingze, despite consuming so much food enriched with Spiritual Energy, not only failed to gain weight but seemed even thinner, she had wondered at the time. She thought it was merely his body’s inability to gain weight in the heat of summer, never suspecting it was due to staying up late, no wonder she was so angry.

Even though Mo Qingze knew his daughter was extremely angry to speak such harsh words, he was still anxious and sat up quickly to explain: "You three are the treasures of your father’s heart, more precious than my own life. How could I not take you seriously?"

This movement pulled at the wound on his back, causing Mo Qingze to gasp in pain.

Mo Yan rushed to help her father lie down properly, her heart aching and anxious. "You’re still injured, don’t move recklessly. For this month, you mustn’t think about anything or do anything. Just focus on healing. Otherwise, don’t even think about attending the autumn examination next month. If you faint in the examination hall, it’ll be me who’ll have to carry you back home!"