At home, only Tuoba Xian and Luo Baobao are there.

In the spacious and bright study room, which is airy and airy, Luo Baobao is sitting upright behind the desk, practicing calligraphy seriously.

Tuoba Xian sat aside and was giving instructions carefully.

The imperial concubine fan in her hand gently sent waves of cool breeze to her granddaughter.

In a large floor-to-ceiling vase by the window sill, there are two lotus flowers with dewdrops on them, and a faint fragrance lingers in the study.

Rushing home under the scorching sun, Yang Ruoqing felt refreshed and refreshed when she saw this scene.

Her arrival broke the tranquility in the study.

Luo Baobao stood up and came to her with a face filled with joy, and gently hugged her waist. Yang Ruoqing touched the top of her smooth and silky hair, and the mother and daughter were intimate for a while.

"Your mother is covered in sweat, let her cool down."

Tuoba Xian came over and said with a smile.

Luo Baobao chuckled, "Then grandma is talking to mom, and I will go and finish the rest of the words. Mom, you should read it later too!"

"Okay, write it carefully, and your grandma and I will read it together later." Yang Ruoqing responded with a smile.

Seeing Tuoba Xian put down her fan and wanted to pour her tea, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly came over to stop her: "Mom, you sit down while I pour it myself."

Tuoba Xian didn't force herself, she smiled and sat down on the stool next to her, then raised her fan and fanned gently.

The imperial concubine fan is made of a special kind of feathers. The feathers are light and the wood of the fan handle is camphor wood, which can repel mosquitoes and wake up the mind.

When I fan myself, it is always quiet and quiet.

"This pot is filled with iced sour plum soup, which is best for quenching summer heat and quenching thirst. Take a few sips before talking." Tuoba Xian reminded Yang Ruoqing while sending bursts of cool breeze in her hand to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing drank sour plum soup and enjoyed being fanned by her mother-in-law. She felt like a queen.

"Mom, I'm not hot anymore. You can fan yourself."

She drank it in one breath and sighed happily.

Tuoba Xian nodded slightly, "How is the matter handled?"

"After everything has been taken care of, He Qingsong's parents took him back to his hometown for burial."

Tuoba Xian nodded again and asked about Xiao An's situation.

"Is Xiaoan still emotionally stable?"

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to tell the truth. She told Tuoba Xian here, and she would definitely tell the Sun family later.

After all, the truth is over, so don’t let them make up for this worry and fear. It’s not a missing lesson, right?

"Well, Xiao An is fine and went to He Qingsong's hometown, so I came back first."

Tuoba Xian sighed lightly, "Everything will pass. The dead are gone, but the living will continue on."

Yang Ruoqing hummed, poured herself another bowl of sour plum soup, held it in her hand, and drank it in small sips this time.

"Your parents have been waiting for news from you. I heard from your uncle and aunt that they are not even in the mood to dry the rice. You can go over and say hello to them after taking a rest to reassure them."

Yang Ruoqing originally planned to take a breather and go to her parents' house next door. When she heard this, she drank the sour plum soup in one gulp and quickly got up and walked out.

Luo Baobao raised his head and asked her back: "Mom, when will you come back? I'm about to finish writing!"

"When you've finished writing it, let grandma read it first. Grandma is an expert in this field. Mom will come back after telling you everything."
Chapter completed!