Ling Zhang was busy for checking the herbs on the order and getting familiar with the operation of the Herb Farm as soon as he arrived. He didn’t return to the residence in the village until late at night when Ling Maomao had been already sound asleep in his bed.

“Has he been naughty tonight? Did he have dinner?” Ling Zhang asked the servant.

“Second young master had been waiting for you to come back. He didn’t go to sleep until just now. And he ate only half of the meal.”

Ling Zhang frowned. Only half of the meal?

“Wasn’t the meal to his taste?” Ling Zhang asked.

“It seems that this meal suited his taste well. He was just waiting for you to come back and worried about you. That’s why he ate so less.”

Ling Zhang immediately realized that Ling Maomao must have lost his temper when he didn’t show up for dinner. ‘What a naughty boy.’ Ling Zhang really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He said, “Leave a servant for the vigil, and let others go to rest.”

“Yes, young master,” the servant answered.

After washing up, Ling Zhang helped himself to a meal. Then he went to the bedside and gently pinched Maomao’s face. “Little rascal, so naughty on the first day.”

Although he was in an unfamiliar environment, as long as there was Ling Maomao around, he could fall asleep safely.

He hadn’t dreamed for days. But he didn’t know why he dreamed again this evening and the dream was a little bit familiar...

A tall man stood silhouetted against the light in front of Ling Zhang. He couldn’t see his face clearly, but he recognized the man through the man’s sharp eyes.

That was Yuwen Tong in his dream...

“Never dream to break the engagement!”

“I am coming to find you.”

Ling Zhang was scared to break out in cold sweat as he heard the last words in his dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dawn. He woke up even later than usual.

Ling Zhang was too tired yesterday, and he had a dream in the early hours of the morning, so when he got up, he couldn’t help but rub his temples to clear his mind. He had no idea why he dreamed about Yuwen Tong again. Damn it.

Ling Maomao was still snoring. Ling Zhang got up to get dressed and wash up. At this time, the sky was brighter. Ling Zhang faintly heard the sound of people in the village getting to work.

“Maomao, get up soon. Join me to run around the place.” Ling Zhang tried to wake Maomao up.

Ling Maomao opened his eyes in a daze then looked at his brother in confusion. “Run around what?”

Ling Zhang smiled at him. “You will know it soon.”

Ling Maomao was still lingering in his bed, but soon he was pulled up by Ling Zhang. After dressing and washing, Ling Maomao was forced to run around the open space outside the village with his brother.

The open space was so wide that they could run freely without hindrance.

Ling Maomao showed an expression of being cheated. “Big brother, you lie to me.”

“After finishing running, I will show you around the village. Hold on,” Ling Zhang said.

Ling Maomao almost cried with a bitter face.

After running two times around the place, Ling Maomao was allowed to have a rest. When the little boy wanted to sit down on the ground directly, he was ordered to walk for a while after running.

“Take care of him. Massage his arms and legs.” Ling Zhang commanded the servants. Then he went on to run alone. After running, he did horse stance and practiced the martial arts.

At this time, the sun was already high up in the sky, shining over the herbs and bringing out a mixed aroma of bitterness and astringency that tasted a bit sweet after being inhaled.

While Ling Zhang led his little brother to morning running, a group of men entered Tanyang and galloped along the quiet street in the early morning to Ling Family. Ling Family had already opened the gate as Ling Xingzhong and Ling Zhaowen waited for the arrival of the Marshal at the door in person.

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