Zhao Yanxia fell silent on the other end of the phone.
Wu Xuerou waited quietly.
A few minutes later, Zhao Yanxia only mentioned she would return as soon as possible, no longer bringing up Jiang Ziyu.
Hanging up, Wu Xuerou looked at the ointment in her hand.
Without doing anything, she returned to the Emperor’s residence as if everything was normal.
Under the old lady’s watchful eye, the ointment was handed over to Jiang Ziyu.
“Thank you for your trouble,” Jiang Ziyu said politely.
Wu Xuerou said with concern, “It’s nothing, we’re family, this is a small matter.”
After speaking, she observed the old lady’s reaction.
Jiang Ziyu was not foolish; she observed Wu Xuerou’s state and looked at the ointment in her hand.
Dr. Lin’s medical skills were superb, so the ointment was definitely fine. However, after passing through certain people’s hands, whether it remained fine was another question.
The old lady urged Jiang Ziyu to apply the medicine quickly. Jiang Ziyu took the opportunity to say she would go to her room to apply it.
Just as she was about to go upstairs, Shen Lin pushed Di Mingjue in.
“Mingjue is back,” the old lady happily went forward to greet him.
His gaze swept past the old lady, fixing on Jiang Ziyu as she turned back.
His eyes fell upon the numerous red bumps on her face. Di Mingjue frowned and directly asked, “Your face?”
“You can see?” Jiang Ziyu retorted.
Before those around him could tell him, he had only seen it himself.
The old lady was stumped by Jiang Ziyu’s question, anxiously awaiting Di Mingjue’s response.
“My vision has recovered,” Di Mingjue replied.
After the acupuncture in the afternoon, about half an hour later, the scenery before him became clearer. At first, he thought it was temporary, but until now, he could see everything clearly.
The old lady excitedly stepped forward, her voice choked with emotion as she touched his face, “You can really see?”
Di Mingjue nodded.
This caused the old lady to weep with joy.
On the stairs, Jiang Ziyu felt a surge of emotion, thankful for the decision she had made that afternoon.
The news of Di Mingjue’s recovered vision spread rapidly, even appearing on major online platforms. Even Di Dongsheng, who was abroad, learned of it.
Yu Ze stood nervously before Di Mingjue.
“My treasure.” Di Mingjue had watched all night, unable to get enough. He wished he could make up for all the lost years in this single night.
“Alright, you need to rest. If you strain your eyes for too long, be careful it doesn’t relapse,” Jiang Ziyu reminded him.
Di Mingjue held Yu Ze, kissing his forehead repeatedly. “What do I do, I can’t get enough of looking at my Qianqian.”
Yu Ze craved his kisses and hugs, but he was also anxious that his disguise would be discovered. His small hands clenched nervously, and he looked to Jiang Ziyu for help.
“If you don’t rest, Qianqian also needs to rest. And you’re scaring the child like this.”
Mentioning being scared, Di Mingjue finally realized his current behavior.
He released Yu Ze from his embrace and looked at his dazed expression, then regretfully stroked his back, soothing his emotions.
Yu Ze took the opportunity to break free from his touch, picking up the paper and pen on the bracelet and writing a line.
“Daddy needs to rest well, and see me again tomorrow.”
With a glance, Di Mingjue was amused. He indulgently stroked Yu Ze’s forehead, “Okay, I’ll listen to our Qianqian.”
Jiang Ziyu stood up and took Qianqian upstairs.
Walking up the stairs, Jiang Ziyu felt Yu Ze’s nervousness. His palms were sweaty, half of which stemmed from inner anxiety.
Taking him back to the room, Jiang Ziyu firmly locked the door, ensuring it couldn’t be opened from the outside.
She walked to the bed and placed Yu Ze on it.
“Don’t be nervous, he won’t discover it.”
“But Daddy can see now.”
Stroking her face, Jiang Ziyu told her seriously, “Don’t you remember, your current appearance is exactly the same as Qianqian’s. Even Grandma, who has always seen Qianqian, didn’t notice. How could he?”
Despite what she said, Yu Ze remained uneasy.