"In a couple of days, I plan to visit the farm and check if the first harvest is due soon. We'll see how the yield is then."
Long Yue was helping Li Qingmu change his bandages. That very night after they returned, and after the Princely Heir Qi Jingyu had settled in, Duanmu Nan came over, checked his pulse to make sure he was alright, left some golden sore medicine, and left.
"Master is so great; this golden sore medicine works wonders."
Long Yue praised while applying the ointment.
Li Qingmu found his young wife adorable. Mr. Duanmu was only a few years older than him, and she was already calling him elder? How would he feel about that?
"I just like calling him elder!"
Long Yue was quickly becoming someone who could read Li Qingmu's thoughts just by looking at him.
"Li Qingmu, hurry up and get better. Without you to spar with, I'm bored to death waving my fists and knives alone."
