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Chu Wanqing remained silent for a while before calmly saying, "It's good for him to know. You go tell him, I won't go."

She realized that Yun Lang had the right to know, and should know, about this matter.

Hate or pain, it's better than being kept in the dark and treating your enemy like your father.

Yun Jin nodded and said softly, "Okay, I'll go talk to him later."

Chu Wanqing squeezed her hand and forced a smile: "You should go now. Mother is fine, I want to be alone for a while."

Yun Jin squeezed her hand and said gently, "Alright, I'll go right away. Mother, please rest for a while. I'll have Xia Hong cook you some porridge. Make sure you eat before you go to sleep. If you need anything, have Aunt Qinghe call me."

Chu Wanqing nodded, leaned back on the pillow, and closed her eyes.

Yun Jin sighed and left.

She stood at the door for a moment and heard a suppressed sob coming from inside. She didn't turn around. She knew that Chu Wanqing needed to vent and didn't want anyone to see her vulnerable side.

Qinghe and the others were guarding outside the door when they heard the crying. They asked anxiously, "Miss, what's wrong with Madam? Has something happened?"

Yun Jin shook her head and whispered, "You all stay outside, don't go in, and don't ask anything."

She turned to Qinghe and instructed, "Aunt Qinghe, please go to the front and tell them that Mother is not feeling well and will not be having dinner there tonight."

Qinghe responded and walked outside.

Yun Jin then said to Bi Tao, "Aunt Bi Tao, go to the small kitchen and ask Xia Hong to cook some soft and sticky porridge with some calming herbs. When Mother feels better, take it in for her to drink. Make sure she gets a good night's sleep tonight; don't worry about anything else."

Bitao nodded repeatedly, then glanced worriedly into the house before hurrying to the small kitchen.

Yun Jin gave Cui Zhu a few more instructions, then turned and left Qing Shui Yuan, heading towards Yun Lang's Kang Ning Xuan.

Two guards arranged by Chu Duanshan stood at the entrance of Kangning Pavilion. Upon seeing Yun Jin, they bowed and said in a low voice, "Miss, the young master is in the study, with Fusheng accompanying him."

Yun Jin nodded and walked towards the study. Before she even reached the door, she heard the sounds of fighting coming from inside.

She walked quickly over, pushed open the study door, and saw Fusheng and Yunlang fighting on the ground. Both of them were covered in sweat and their clothes were covered in dust.

Yun Jin coughed lightly and knocked on the door.

The two turned around at the same time. Yun Lang's eyes lit up, and he quickly stopped what he was doing, smiling shyly at her: "Sister, what brings you here!"

Yun Jin deliberately put on a stern face and said, "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that you two were practicing so hard, turning the study into a martial arts arena."

Fusheng stuck out his tongue and bowed to her.

Yun Lang waved his hand at Fu Sheng: "I'm not practicing anymore. Go to the front yard and tell them that I won't be having dinner there today. Just say... just say that my old ailment has flared up again."

He even coughed a few times on purpose as he spoke.

Yun Jin suppressed a laugh and said to Fu Sheng, "Go ahead, and tell the kitchen that I'm having dinner with Lang Ge'er, so ask them to prepare a couple more dishes."

Fusheng knew that Yun Jin wanted to speak with Yun Lang alone, so he tactfully agreed and turned to leave.

It was a rule set by Grandma Yun that we should have a meal together in the front, so that the family could eat together in harmony and strengthen our bonds.

Yun Jin went once or twice and then stopped going. The old lady was unhappy, but there was nothing she could do about it.

After Fusheng left, Yunlang approached with a fawning smile and asked, "Sister, could you ask the Prince for me when our master will come to teach us kung fu?"

Yun Jin patted the dust off his clothes and smiled, "Isn't it good that the people your grandfather sent are teaching you? They are all veterans who have been on the battlefield; others would beg for such opportunities."

Yun Lang lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, "It's different. My maternal grandfather's people taught me killing techniques for the battlefield, which require great strength. I heard Fu Sheng say that his master taught me the art of using the opponent's force against them, using minimal force to overcome great strength, which is more suitable for me."

Yun Jin nodded helplessly: "Alright, if I see the Prince tomorrow, I'll ask him for you."

After saying that, she changed the subject, "Lang-ge'er, have you been taking the pills your sister gave you on time lately?"

Yunlang sat down opposite her and obediently extended his wrist: "I've been taking it on time every day, not missing a single pill. Sister, can you take a look? Is it much better?"

Yun Jin gently placed her fingers on his wrist, closed her eyes to feel it for a moment, then withdrew her hand and nodded: "You're basically healed. You don't need to take any more medicine after you finish the rest. I'll prepare a mild tonic for you later to consolidate your recovery."

Yun Lang withdrew his wrist, looked at Yun Jin, and asked cautiously, "Sister, is there something you want to tell me?"

Yun Jin looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

The boy in front of me was only thirteen years old, his face still showing some childishness, but his eyes were already clearer than those of many adults.

She nodded gently: "Lang-ge'er, what I'm about to tell you is about our origins..."

Then, she repeated what she had said to Chu Wanqing.

After listening, Yun Lang sat there in a daze, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, and then to anger.

Tears welled up in his eyes several times, but finally spilled over.

He clenched his fists, suppressing a roar: "How could he... how could he do this to Mother! I'll kill him!"

Yun Jin grasped his hand, nodded vigorously, and said, word by word, "I want him dead too."

Yunlang looked up at her with teary eyes.

Yun Jin continued, "But I don't want him to die too easily. I will take away everything he was most proud of in his life, one by one, so that he can taste what it means to have nothing, what it means to suffer the consequences of his own actions, and what it means to get what he deserves."

Yun Lang stared at her blankly. After a long while, he wiped away his tears forcefully and asked through gritted teeth, "Sister, who is that man? The one who... humiliated Mother."

Yun Jin shook her head and said frankly, "I don't know. But no matter who he is, I won't let him live if he dares to do such a thing to Mother. As for whether you and I have the same biological father, it's not clear right now, but whether it is or not, I will not let anyone who has bullied Mother get away with it."

Yun Lang nodded vigorously, his tone earnest, and said, "Sister, I want to be with you and make those who bullied Mother get what they deserve!"

Looking at the almost stubborn seriousness on his face, Yun Jin felt a pang of sadness. She smiled and gently patted his head, saying softly, "Alright. Let's, brother and sister, work together to get justice for Mother."

She had barely finished speaking when Fusheng's voice came from outside: "Young Master, Miss, the food is ready! Would you like it brought in or eaten in the flower hall?"