"Ayun, don't worry about mother blaming you. Just order my second brother around as you please; his injury is much better now," said Puyang Yi.
Puyang Zong didn't bring any servants; not even a single servant by his side.
Puyang Yi dashed to the carriage, which then rolled back towards them, and from inside, she threw out a bundle.
"Lady Yun, farewell. Second Brother, make sure to reform yourself. Mother and I will wait for your good news back at the mansion," she said.
Standing under the blistering sun, Puyang Zong looked at the mud-stained bundle with a desire to weep but no tears to shed, feeling as if he were being sliced by knives all over.
He had always been pampered since childhood, surrounded by people tending to his every need. When had he ever been in such a wretched state?
Feng Yun glanced at him, then at the bundle on the ground.
"The Commandery Prince should rest well today. We'll resume lessons tomorrow," she said.
With that, she called Alou over.