CHAPTER 233: CHAPTER 157: ONLY YOU CAN SAVE THIS WRETCHED WORLD

The thought of possibly transmigrating into a book made Yun Chunnuan feel inexplicably terrified.

It seemed that she was no longer a free person.

Her life, her future, everything about her, was already planned out in the mysterious workings of fate.

This feeling made her uneasy and anxious.

Yet there was no one to confide in.

Including her husband...

Transmigration is already an odd occurrence, and if she told him there was a possibility that this whole world was a book, he would probably think she was crazy...

Besides, all of this was just speculation.

Yun Chunnuan anxiously waited for seven whole days.

During this time, the little wolf pup born to Jifeng grew rapidly, reaching nearly the same size as Dabai in less than half a month.

Dabai expressed dissatisfaction, often taking the little white cat to wander around the western room.

Perhaps frightened by Yun Chunnuan’s intimidation, Jifeng didn’t dare to show its teeth or grin at Dabai anymore, but still wouldn’t let it near its baby.

Ironically, that little wolf pup, who had just learned to crawl, would eagerly approach Dabai as soon as it saw it.

This scared Jifeng enough to escape with the little pup in its mouth on the twelfth of the first lunar month.

And that night, Yun Chunnuan’s anxious wait finally had a result.

Just after dinner, Ayimu brought her personal palace maid and personally visited the General Mansion.

As soon as Yun Chunnuan saw her prospective mother-in-law, she knew that the Grandmaster definitely hadn’t come...

Once the bedroom door was closed, Ayimu first checked on her son, still lying on the bed. Seeing that his injuries had nearly healed, she finally relaxed.

"You brat, starting tomorrow, you don’t need to pretend to be dead anymore. Go train in the camp quickly, look at you, haven’t seen you for days, and you’re already as fat as a ball! Be careful, Nuannuan might find you off-putting and divorce you!"

On the bed, with his complexion indeed a bit fairer and more delicate from being nursed by his young wife these days, Yelyu Lie said proudly, "Mom, you’re just jealous! My wife likes fair and clean handsome men. Haven’t you noticed how smooth my face is?"

"Jealous, right? My wife takes good care of me!"

Ayimu was at a loss for words, "If you know she’s good, then treat her well in the future. If you dare do anything to wrong Nuannuan, I’ll chase you down to the ends of the earth!"

Yelyu Lie didn’t catch anything unusual in these words, thinking his mother was just showing off her affection.

It was said that ever since he got hurt by his father, that old guy might have felt guilty, staying at Ningxiang Hall almost every night.

And his own mother, who hadn’t accepted his father for years, allowed him to stay over these days!

Yelyu Lie couldn’t understand what’s happening between the two, thinking that his father severely punished the Queen’s children, making his mother happy enough to forgive his father.

He somewhat grudgingly reminded her, "I know you can freely enter the Royal Palace, and that Father dotes on you, but don’t let yourself get hurt again."

His son’s words surprised Ayimu.

He was always the one advising her on how good the old man was, how much he had done for her, and that she should have some limits when throwing tantrums.

This was the first time he told her not to get too involved.

With a smile on her lips, Ayimu looked at him with relieved eyes.

Her son had truly grown up.

This time it was real, not just physical maturity; his mind was mature enough to be considered a grown man too.

She felt relieved, really relieved.

"You brat!" Ayimu pinched her son’s face, which had become much more delicate.

Then she turned and her gaze fell on the young girl behind her, who was noticeably less lively than during previous meetings.

"Nuannuan, come over here."

She took the Little Princess to the large wooden box in front and, looking at the series of strange gadgets, was full of wonder, "This red fruit, it’s a tomato, right? May I taste it?"

"Of course." Yun Chunnuan, hiding her disappointment, picked one, wiped it clean with a silk handkerchief, and handed it to her prospective mother-in-law, "Did the Grandmaster... not come?"

Ayimu took a bite and thought it tasted ordinary at first, not as delicious as the Grandmaster claimed.

But after a few more bites, she found the flavor.

She nodded and said, "The Grandmaster went on a journey to Nanqi Country, farther away than your Great Xia, and can’t come. With her temper, by the time she arrives, my son would have grown mold on the bed!"

This made Yun Chunnuan couldn’t help but purse her lips and smile.

After the smile came a sense of melancholy.

It was as if Ayimu knew what she was thinking, pulling a small scroll from the wide sleeve of her robe.