Director Ning’s Little Husband

April brought mild weather, with few rainy days, and the streets were busy. Bai Lan watched the lakeside, already a […]

That morning, local farmers arrived to sell medicinal herbs gathered from the mountains. Bai Lan inspected the fresh herbs, still

Seeing Bian Daiyun—always proud, like a peacock in Bai Lan’s memory—now tearful, Bai Lan wiped his own eyes. He had

Bai Lan held his bundles, turning his face away from Ning Muyan. The two sat in the carriage, the air

The two sat across from each other at the table, silence stretching between them. The room was quiet, as both

Bai Lan counted the days anxiously as Ning Muyan’s departure for the capital drew near. In the garden, servants bustled

“I… am with child.” Hearing this, Bai Lan’s face broke into a sincere smile. Though he had suspected it, hearing

Ning Zhengyu spent most of the morning at the Dimo Garden. After lunch there with Ning Muyan, he returned home

The next morning, before dawn, Bai Lan vaguely heard the servants muttering under the eaves that it had snowed. He

“You… what are you doing here?” Bai Lan stammered, words jumbled. “When did you—arrive?” Ning Zhengyu trembled, pointing at him.

A knock sounded at the door. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” Hearing Ning Muyan’s voice, Bai Lan put down the

“Young… Young Master?” Bai Lan asked cautiously. “May I… may I leave?” Ning Muyan said nothing. His mouth felt bitter;

“Brother, you were hurt today. Don’t bother with other things—rest early.” Back at the Ning residence, Ning Zhengyu eagerly followed

A few days later, early in the morning, Bai Lan heard a ruckus outside. He climbed out of bed. “What’s

“Ah! Doctor Xiao Jiang, you’ve finally arrived! I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to check the pulse—I was getting

The fact that the Old Madam’s headaches could be treated was excellent news for everyone in the household. The elderly

“Grandmother sent for you?” Bai Lan saw the Young Master, face tense, yet didn’t have time to feel relieved. The

Once Bai Lan found things to occupy himself, his days grew busier than ever. He prepared the Xuán Líng pain-relief

This trip home, Jiang Zichun had gifted him two medical books from his own collection. Bai Lan spent the morning

Bai Lan handed the medicine box to San Leng and led Ning Zhengyu straight to the study. At the door,