Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator

Chapter 288: The Past is Dead

Count Jing'an harrumphed, clearly disinclined to bother with He Ying and her daughter.

It wasn't just He Ying and Miss Pan who felt extremely awkward from being ignored, but Matriarch He as well.

He Ying and Miss Pan had been under her care and protection after all.

Once everyone in the parlour had finished greeting Count Jing'an, it was finally He Dalang's turn.

He Changqi hadn't seen his father in years. He missed his father just as much as anyone else in the family, but he knew that it was his own fault that his father was coldly ignoring him now.

Count Jing'an finally cast his gaze upon his disappointing eldest son. Fury and frustration warred within him. In a deep voice, he ordered, "Follow me to the study."

He Changqi stood up and followed the count out of Qingxi Hall with his head bowed.

Now that the count had returned, the entire estate was bursting with joy.

The news quickly spread to Countess Jing'an's courtyard. The countess disregarded her ailing health and immediately tried to get out of bed to see the husband she hadn't laid eyes upon in years.

Luckily, He Changdi and Chu Lian arrived just in time to stop her, otherwise the countess might have made her condition worse.

That night, the entire family gathered in the outer court's parlour to have a reunion dinner.

Even He Erlang returned to the estate earlier than usual.

The estate was bustling with noise and excitement. It was even livelier than it was on New Year's Day. The dishes served for dinner were personally cooked by Chu Lian and her handmaids.

There was fragrant stir-fried pork, spicy stir-fried beef, griddle shredded cabbage, poached fish slices, old duck soup... There were more than ten dishes in total and they were all things that Count Jing'an had never eaten before.

After the meal, he couldn't help but compliment his youngest daughter-in-law's cooking.

Since his belly was now full with an extremely satisfying reunion dinner, Count Jing'an's mood was much improved compared to when he was dealing with the mess that Dalang had created.

That night, Count Jing'an led his two little granddaughters and his wife back to their courtyard.

Within the main bedroom of Countess Jing'an's courtyard, the servants had already retreated, leaving the couple to themselves. Their two granddaughters had been taken to bed by their nursemaids.

Count Jing'an took his wife's hand and led her to sit by the desk. The couple was very close and they hadn't met in many years, so they were full of longing. Right now, the two of them had much to say to each other.

The count was the most concerned about his wife's health.

Although he had already received He Changdi's letter, stating that his wife's illness had been cured, he couldn't rest easy without seeing it for himself.

Now that his previously bedridden wife was standing before him with a pair of healthy, ruddy cheeks, he was elated beyond belief.

The burly middle-aged general's eyes reddened. He gripped his wife's hand and said, "Peiwen, you're finally all better."

Countess Jing'an, Liu Peiwen, smiled along with her husband. "Yes, I'm all better. Those days when I was trapped in bed feel like a dream now..."

"Tell me what the person who healed you is like. Great Doctor Miao?"