The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

After returning to Shuangxinju, Yan Muxi learned that Minghui had come to Luodu and was now in the palace.

Minghui entered the mansion in the afternoon. She had already visited Princess Rong at Zhuxiang Hall and was arranged to rest in a guest room not far from Shuangxinju.

Yan Muxi didn't even change out of his mourning clothes and rushed straight to see Minghui.

"Aunt Ming~" Seeing the relative she had been missing day and night, she trotted forward and hugged Minghui tightly.

"This girl is taller than me, Aunt Ming, why is she still as spoiled as she was when she was little!" Minghui said dotingly, caressing her back gently with her palm.

"Who said that you can't act like a spoiled child just because you're taller!" Yan Muxi remembered something important and asked anxiously, "Aunt Ming, do you still have the Resurrection Pill?"

There are only three resurrection pills, and Aunt Ming has already given one to A-niang as a dowry, so it would be inappropriate to ask for it again.

But now it concerns Princess Rong's life, so she has to give it a try even if she is thick-skinned and goes against her conscience.

Minghui shook her head. "The pill was made by my father many years ago. There are only three pills in the world, and they are gone now. But I have other pills that can also prolong Princess Rong's life."

Yan Muxi was disappointed for a moment, and then surprised the next moment, "Really? What kind of pill is this? Can it also let my mother live a few more years like the resurrection pill?"

Seeing Minghui's puzzling expression, she asked uncertainly, "Could it be that it has only been a few years?"

Unable to bear her anxiety and torment, Minghui said truthfully: "The Resurrection Pill is rare, how can other pills compare with it? The pills I made can only keep Princess Rong alive for a little longer."

Hearing this, Yan Muxi would be lying if he said he was not disappointed, but it was better for his mother to live longer than nothing.

She quickly calmed down and asked, "How long can my mother hold on?"

Minghui sighed, "It could be as short as a few months or as long as a year."

Yan Muxi was mentally prepared and was not too disappointed. He pulled Minghui to sit on the armchair and sat down beside her.

"There is one more thing I need Aunt Ming to explain. I want to know, in addition to controlling poison and curing diseases, can witchcraft also bring the dead back to life?"

Minghui shook her head subconsciously, "No." It was too late to take back what she had said, and she hurriedly tried to make up for it, "My witchcraft is only half-baked. Maybe a high-level witch doctor can summon the soul and wake up the dead."

Minghui is a straightforward person and not good at lying. She inevitably showed guilt in her eyes when she spoke.

Of course, her abnormality did not escape Yan Muxi's eyes. Yan Muxi was very confused, but did not show it on his face.

She pretended to be casual and tried to test him: "It turns out that witchcraft can really bring the dead back to life! My grandmother was assassinated when she went out to burn incense today. Her chest and abdomen were pierced by a sharp sword. She was already dead when she was brought back to the mansion. The mansion has already issued an obituary, but to my surprise, my grandmother was brought back to life by a witch doctor."

"By the way, since the female witch doctor has the ability to bring the dead back to life, she should be able to save my mother. I will go back to the Yan Mansion and ask the witch doctor to treat my mother." Yan Muxi said as he stood up and walked out.

Minghui stood up and said, "Let's not trouble the witch doctor."

Yan Muxi suddenly turned around and asked with red eyes, "Why don't you bother? Could it be that witchcraft can't bring people back to life?"

Seeing her like this, Minghui had everything to understand. She had been a mischievous little girl since she was young, and she became smarter as she grew up. She figured out the twists and turns in just a few words.

"Why?" Yan Muxi asked again.

Minghui closed her eyes and sighed, "Alas, your grandmother is an old acquaintance of my parents. I can't just stand by and watch her die."

"He's an old acquaintance of my parents, I can't just stand by and watch him die." Yan Muxi lowered her eyes, then raised them again after a moment and forced a smile at Minghui, "Aunt Ming, you must be tired from the journey, rest early!" After that, she quickly ran out of the house.

She was afraid that she would run too slowly and lose control of her emotions. Apart from Grandpa, Aunt Ming was the person who loved her the most in the world, and her love for her over the years could not be faked.

Reason told her that the elixir belonged to Aunt Ming, and Aunt Ming could give it to whoever she wanted. She could not judge Aunt Ming's decision from her own perspective.

But she still felt very sad. The person she regarded as her closest relative ignored her and helped others first, and the person being helped was the one she tried so hard to get rid of.

If she had known this would happen, why would she have gone through all the trouble of going through this?

Yan Muxi originally wanted to wait until her mood stabilized before going back to the yard, but as soon as she stepped out of the gate, she saw Yu Wantai waiting outside.

For a moment, I couldn't hold back my grievances and frustration, and tears started to fall.

If those people had taken action one day later, their mother would have been able to see the sunrise hundreds more times.

It was hard to see in the dim night. Seeing her standing there for a long time, Yu Wantai realized something was wrong and walked forward. When he got closer, he could see the tears on her face. "What happened?"

Yan Muxi threw herself into Yu Wantai's arms, feeling so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak.

Yu Wantai thought she was sad because she couldn't get the elixir, so he stroked her back and soothed her, "Mother, you've taken Aunt Ming's medicine, and you feel much better than you did two days ago... Everyone has their own destiny, so don't force things."

Hearing this, Yan Muxi felt even worse. She wiped away her tears and looked up at Yu Wantai, "I want to be a mother!"

My mother made many tiger-head hats and shoes. I'm afraid she knew that her time was running out and she was looking forward to becoming a grandmother every day!

For a year, she and Yu Wantai worked very hard, hoping that their mother would be able to see the birth of her grandson before she closed her eyes.

Yu Wantai was stunned for a moment, then understood the literal meaning of her words, "Don't worry."

"I am anxious, very anxious. Not only am I anxious, but my mother is also anxious."

After hearing her mention his mother, Yu Wantai finally understood what she meant. She was anxious to have a child because she wanted his mother to see her grandson before she died.

As a son, Yu Wantai certainly wanted his mother to get what she wanted. "It's good to be anxious. I'm also anxious to be a father!" After saying that, he turned around and half-knelt on the ground. "Come on, I'll carry you."

Looking at the figure squatting in front of him, most of the gloom in Yan Muxi's heart disappeared. He took two steps back and jumped onto his back.

"Yu Wantai was caught off guard by her sudden attack and his body swayed, almost falling.

"Oh~ Can you please not let me fall!" Yan Muxi hugged his neck and acted coquettishly.

Yu Wantai said in a firm voice: "Yes, I can do it. Of course I can do it." Important things must be said three times. No matter what a man admits, he must not admit that he can't do it.

Yan Muxi heard the ambiguity in his words and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, then prove to me how capable you are."

To prove that he was capable, Yu Wantai ran all the way back to the yard with the person on his back.

It turns out that when men deceive women, they are not completely lying.

Apart from the unfamiliarity of the first night, Yu Wantai was really good at sex. Like a happy dog, he tormented Yan Muxi in different ways, and it seemed like he had endless energy.