Director Ning’s Little Husband

Ning Muyan heard Qing Mo’s report. “An old man? Huh, that actually fits in a twisted sort of way.” “Since […]

Days passed. Bai Lan spent mornings obediently in Ning Muyan’s study reading and writing, and afternoons experimenting with herbal ointments,

Just as Ning Muyan and Bai Lan had left Xi Jin Garden, a boy of twelve or thirteen, bearing some

Bai Lan followed Ning Muyan, stunned. The people of Xi Jin Garden were amazed Ning Muyan had personally come to

Madam? Bai Lan took a breath. The Ning estate’s Madam was Ning Muyan’s stepmother, not his biological mother. Ning Muyan’s

“M-Master?” Bai Lan and Sanleng turned in surprise to see Ning Muyan standing behind them, having appeared unnoticed. Qing Mo

On the morning of the fifteenth, Bai Lan rose on his own before Sanleng called him. It wasn’t entirely because

Back in Tianmendong, Bai Lan’s heart still pounded, his flushed face lingering with heat. He exhaled and sat cross-legged at

Bai Lan was unfamiliar with most of the rest of the estate, but he had some memory of the study.

Bai Lan hadn’t woken especially early that morning, but coming from a village, diligence was ingrained in him. Though he

The Ning residence sat in the southeast of the capital, in the Liyuan Court. The surrounding area was home to

Bai Lan and Jiang Zichun arrived at the Ning estate. Bai Lan had met Ning Muyan several times before, so

Ning Muyan was inspecting the hired laborers at Zanyu Manor when a servant reported Bai Lan’s arrival. Barely a minute

Huang Zhixing was sent to gather information on the proposed marriage between the Liu and Jiang families. While he didn’t

“You’re hanging your head, looking all glum—think today isn’t embarrassing enough?” Back at the Liu home, father and son were

“Who did Brother Lan come to treat that the steward had to guide him?” Liu Jin retracted his neck, muttering

The summer rain was heavy. The firewood left out last night had soaked through, and everything was dripping. The surrounding

At this hour, few people were on the village paths. Bailan turned and saw a man dressed in a rich-toned,

Bailan felt a bit sulky; the cheerful mood he had that morning had vanished. He stayed on the mountain until

The next morning, Jiang Zichun, after breakfast, told Bailan he would go into the city. Their household supplies of remedies