Only when she stepped outside the grand gate and saw the neatly arranged limestone steps, with a pair of majestic stone lions standing on the left and right respectively, did she turn back to look at the lintel, where the words "Purple Garden" were hung.
In her heart, she was full of praise. After these renovations, it had almost become a new mansion.
Yun Ge had a smile brimming on her face, "Do you like it?"
Dong Huiying, "Did it cost a lot of money?"
Yun Ge waved her hand dismissively, "Not much, not much, just over two hundred taels."
Heaven knows that when she initially bought the old manor house and land deeds here, together they cost only a little over twenty taels!!
"Yun Ge, you’re such a spendthrift..."
But no matter what, this Purple Garden had become everyone’s new residence.
As the weather turned colder and the season was about to enter deep winter, on the east side of Purple Garden, there was a cozy courtyard named Xihui Courtyard, a name decided upon together by Liang Zhichen and Liang Shujun, which Yun Ge once laughed at for being vulgar. However, the two brothers didn’t care about Yun Ge’s mockery at all.
After all, their hearts were entirely fixed on their wife, and even the place they lived in had to declare their love for her.
Xihui Courtyard was none other than named for their beloved wife Xiao Hui.
A wife with six husbands lived in Xihui Courtyard, next to it was Nianshan Courtyard where the Dong family’s people lived, and Yun Ge’s Shenyun Garden. As for Hong Fei and others, they weren’t as particular, lodging on the West Side of Purple Garden. A few houses on the west side were knocked down to make a small training ground where every morning the shouts of two or three dozen robust female soldiers could be heard practicing martial arts at dawn.
With the temperature dropping, Yixuan had the eldest brother go to Balibao to buy some fabrics to make winter clothes for everyone.
That day, Dong Huiying was wearing a light lavender jacket. She found doing her hair too troublesome, so she tied a braid and draped it over her shoulder.
A clay stove burned inside the house with two small braziers lit additionally. Shujun’s head was filled with acupuncture needles as his wife timed the session in her head. The other brothers quietly waited by his side.
Shujun’s blindness was a major concern for the family. Ever since their lives had stabilized, every day, when it was time for his wife to perform acupuncture, all his brothers made sure to gather around to check on Shujun’s progress.
Shujun himself was also feeling anxious; he was beginning to understand his second brother Shu Yu’s feelings. These days, he felt useless, almost entirely depending on his wife and brothers for living.
He clenched his fists slightly, then a fragrant scent wafted over to him—it was his wife’s scent.
Dong Huiying couldn’t help but hold her breath; the blood clot in Shujun’s head had dissipated significantly. According to the treatment schedule, after this session of acupuncture, he should be able to see some blurry shapes. And with persistent treatment, his vision could be fully restored by around the New Year.
But, while she knew this in her heart and had confidence in her Medical Skill, the lack of certainty still made her a bit worried.
She removed the Golden Needle, noticing Shujun’s long curled eyelashes tremble lightly.
"How is it?" she asked anxiously.
Shujun slowly opened his eyes.
At first, all he saw was darkness, but surprisingly, within that darkness, there was a hint of light.
Gradually, the light grew stronger, and he began to discern some vague outlines. Eager to see more clearly, he squinted his eyes.
He saw a swath of light purple, was it his wife?