Yang Ruxin had initially determined that Guan Qingyue was somewhat in a state of mental confusion due to being excessively stimulated, though it didn’t appear to be very severe.

However, even if it’s not severe, she couldn’t do much, as Dao Xuzi had never treated mental illnesses. With this kind of mental resilience, trying to be a villain was inevitably self-inflicted.

In the end, Yang Ruxin wrote a prescription for calming the nerves and gave it to Guan Qingshu.

"Xiaoyue she..."

"She’s too mentally weak. So many things happened, and she was overstimulated," Yang Ruxin sighed, "Since it’s not a physical illness, there’s nothing I can do. She just needs a good sleep, and maybe one day she’ll come around on her own. Whatever you do, don’t stimulate her further, or it will only get worse."

"Uncle Li Yi and Doctor Wang said the same thing." Guan Qingshu smiled gratefully, "Thank you."

After the Guan family left, Dong Wenxiu sighed, "A good girl, why can’t she just let things go?"

"Mom, who are you talking about?" Erni laughed.

"Of course, I’m talking about Wang Baozhu and Guan Qingyue," Dong Wenxiu said with a hint of lament, glancing at Yang Ruxin.

"This is what happens when there’s no guilt; you don’t fear ghosts knocking at your door," Feng Zilan also sighed, "People should do good to thrive. If the parents are bad, the children can’t turn out well."

Yang Ruxin felt that it was actually a matter of education, fortunately her own children had the right outlook on life.

"In hindsight, Xinxin is quite capable. Our family owes her a lot, otherwise..."

"Mom, if you really think I’m great, then hurry up and make me a fried egg, I suddenly want to eat one," Yang Ruxin quickly raised her hand to stop Dong Wenxiu’s sentiment.

"Alright," Dong Wenxiu got up immediately and walked out, "I’ll make two. Do you want sugar? Oh right, you don’t eat sugar; I’ll add a little salt."

Erni gave Yang Ruxin a thumbs up, otherwise, if her mom continued talking, she’d likely reminisce about the past and start crying again.

Soon it was February 28th, the last day of the month and Li Xiang’s wedding day.

Though pregnant, both Yang Ruxin and Liang Xiaoyu went to the Li family early in the morning. While they couldn’t help much, they could keep the nervous Li Xiang company and chat with her.

The Xie family highly valued Li Xiang, sending a grand wedding procession, and the villagers from Li Xiang’s side were also in a grand procession to see her off.

Li Xiang, dressed in a bright red wedding outfit, said goodbye to her friends and parents. As her two younger brothers were still young, she was carried on her cousin’s back from Xiaobudong Village’s Li family to the carriage.

Xie Tai cupped his fists at everyone, then mounted his horse.’

At that moment, Aunt Hehua came out with a basin of water, intending to splash it on the ground, symbolizing that a married daughter is spilled water.

Yang Ruxin, however, stopped her, "Aunt Hehua, although Xiaoxiang is married, she’s not spilled water. She’ll always be part of our family and can come back anytime."

Wang Hehua paused before smiling, but inside the carriage, Li Xiang cried.

On horseback, Xie Tai nodded to Li Zhong and his wife, "Father-in-law, mother-in-law, we’ll come back often when we can, and you’re welcome to visit Xie Family Manor whenever convenient."

"It’s kind of you to say, now go on and don’t miss the auspicious time," Li Zhong’s eyes reddened, but he waved his hand.

As the sound of suona started, the red procession grandly set off.