Nian Qianqian wasnât interested in the childrenâs play; instead, she focused on Yang Ruxinâs belly: "I heard youâre already carrying my little apprentice?"
"No need to hear it, itâs true, itâs been more than a month now." Yang Ruxin nodded, "But as we said, whether this one in my belly is willing to be your disciple, weâll see when the time comes. I wonât force it."
"No need to force it, where else could you find such a good mentor like me?" Nian Qianqian was very confident, "By the way, everything at home is ready, Gu Yao has sent a letter saying heâll probably arrive tomorrow."
"Thatâs great, weâll head back after lunch." Yang Ruxin nodded, "Itâs perfect because tomorrow is also Qinggeâs third day after marriage, and she should return to visit."
After lunch, Yang Ruxin and the others left the Fang Family to return to the village.
The house was all tidied up. Although Yang Anshi passed away just half a month ago, the main household had already severed ties with them, so there was no need to wear mourning clothes.
Now that both Du Man and Du Juan were getting married at the same time, the house had been redecorated festively, with the simple decorations replaced. The two small courtyards at the back were especially tidy, and all the furniture was from their own workshop, making others quite envious.
Everyone joked that they should quickly find someone to marry, then madam would gift them a courtyard.
Yang Ruxin checked around and, seeing that everything was well arranged, felt relieved.
"You just need to stop worrying." Chun Hua handed a warm cloth to Yang Ruxin to wipe her face, "Uncle Du and Aunt Ye have everything arranged well. You just need to take care of yourself and the baby."
Since it was not yet three months, the family didnât want it announced, so only family members knew about Yang Ruxinâs pregnancy, and people outside were unaware.
And Yang Ruxin finally noticed the changes in her superpower. It seemed to be inactive, but not completely ineffective. How to put it? She couldnât enter the space anymore, but could still transport things in and out of it, and it wasnât as difficult as before; it was more flexible instead.
This change allowed Yang Ruxin to breathe a sigh of relief. She had always planned to move the treasures out of the space, but hadnât gotten around to it due to other tasks. If she suddenly couldnât take things out, it would really be a pitfall.
She touched her belly, hoping that after ten months of "unloading," her abilities would return.
"Xinxin." Changyangziâs voice came from outside the door, "May I come in?"
Yang Ruxin smiled: "Senior, come in."
Changyangzi sneaked in like a thief, and then closed the door behind him.
"Senior, is that really necessary?" Yang Ruxin rolled her eyes.
"Ah, I wanted to give that old woman a surprise, you know?" Changyangzi scratched his head, then grabbed a chair, turned it around, and sat on it backward, resting his chin on the backrest, "Xinxin, you havenât spilled the beans, have you?"
"Donât worry, I havenât said a word." Yang Ruxin spread her hands, "But arenât you afraid that being so passive will disappoint Nian-senior, and sheâll really ignore you?"
"Itâs been so many years. If she could have let go of me, she wouldâve done it long ago; she wouldnât have been chasing for decades." Changyangzi sighed, "Iâve owed her too much. Now, itâs time to give her a home. Originally, I wanted to take her back to Dragon Tiger Mountain, but she said she likes it here, so Iâll stay here with her."