Although he was confused by the fever, he still remembered that before he fell asleep last night, he had already broken out in a cold sweat. The heat and stickiness were very uncomfortable, but because of the fever and coma, his body was heavy and his mind was unclear, so he couldn't get up to change.

But now, he was clearly wearing a set of dry clothes!

The buttons were neatly ironed, and the original robe was thrown at the foot of the bed.

That wasn't all. Lu Huan's bewildered gaze fell on his pillow. There were two pieces of cold cloth that had been folded into strips of cloth. There were water stains on them, which seemed to be melted snow.

Lu Huan subconsciously touched his forehead. The fever had actually subsided!

At this moment, Lu Huan still hadn't realized what had happened. When his gaze moved to the bowl of medicine at the bedside, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen something shocking. He couldn't react for a long time …

An empty bowl.

The bitter smell of medicine still lingered in the air, and even between his lips and teeth, there was a lingering medicinal fragrance.

This is?

He drank the rest of the medicine?

Someone actually broke in last night and forced medicine on him?!

Lu Huan's heart was alarmed. He subconsciously lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. Because he hadn't fully recovered, he was a little unsteady. He barely managed to stand up by holding on to the bedside.

But he vigilantly held his breath and checked his body, only to find that …

There were no traces of being poisoned?!

There were no signs of discomfort at all.

… On the contrary, compared to last night, his fever had completely subsided, and his whole body felt much more nimble.

Lu Huan turned around again and bent down to check the unopened packets of medicine. They seemed to have been deliberately left for him to take until he completely recovered from his typhoid fever.

He opened the packets one by one, sniffed, and grabbed the medicinal herbs with his fingers. He saw that they were all nourishing or treating typhoid fever. There wasn't a single bad medicine.

"…"

How could it be …?

Someone broke in, not to harm him, but to deliver medicine … and even took care of him for the whole night?

Lu Huan was extremely shocked. His fingers involuntarily clenched as he clutched the medicine packets. His mind was a little blank as he stood in the room.

He looked down at the medicine residue on the floor beside the bed. His heart trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to react.

After an unknown period of time.

The first ray of sunlight shone in through the window of the woodshed, falling on his thick black eyelashes and slightly pale face. At this moment, his usually indifferent face showed a rare sense of loss that did not belong to him.

Lu Huan still had many things to do in Japan today.

Three taels of silver was not a lot. It was enough to buy some things, but it was not enough to sustain a long-term livelihood.

He bought some leek roots and early spring zucchini from the market yesterday. These were winter crops. As long as they were carefully tended, they could be harvested as soon as possible.

In addition, the eggs laid by the hens could also be sold for a good price.

Since this piece of land already belonged to him, he had to make good use of it. Before Lady Ning made her next move, he had to maintain his food and clothing while earning some money.

Nowadays, the capital restricted acrobatics and sword dancing, so Lu Huan could not use this method to earn money. Moreover, he was the bastard son of Prince Ning Fu, so he was not allowed to enter the capital many times. Every time he entered, he was guarded like a thief.

Thus, after thinking about it, he could only plant a few more things and bribe the guards at the side door to secretly sell them for money.

With money, Lu Huan could change his current predicament — —

Lu Yu-an and Lu Wenxiu were the sons of the first wife. Normally, they could go to the Imperial College with the princes and practice martial arts at the horse ranch. These two people did not know how to cherish such a golden spoon that they were born with, especially Lu Wenxiu, who was always skipping classes.

As for the bastard son Lu Huan, he had been trapped in a corner of the Woodshed Courtyard since he was young. He did not have many opportunities to become a Prince Ning Fu, let alone have his own teacher.

Although he had secretly learned a thing or two from the instructor of the Imperial Army outside the walls when he was invited to Prince Ning's Mansion, he knew that it was far from enough.

His ambition and revenge were not limited to this!

He knew that he had to be educated to be able to conquer the world.

He needed money to buy books, bows, and arrows.

If he had more money, he could even sneak out to find a private school and stay away from Prince Ning Fu.

But now — —

The person who had suddenly appeared beside him had clearly disrupted his plans.

Lu Huan stood under the eaves and looked at the roosters and hens that were fluttering in the courtyard.

He also looked at the grapevine rack that had been covered by last night's snow and the various crop seeds that were leaning against the wall.

He walked over and sprinkled the feed inside the fence. The twenty-six chickens immediately surrounded him excitedly and pecked at the ground.

Lu Huan walked over to the hen's nest and looked. He did not know if it was because there were too many chickens, but some of the hens had already started laying eggs last night. He reached out and felt around and found two steaming hot eggs.

For Lu Huan, who had been treated harshly by Lady Ning since he was young and had almost never eaten hot food, an egg was a delicacy that could only be obtained from the kind-hearted Fourth Concubine during festivals.

But at this time, with the help of that person, he was actually holding two round and smooth hot eggs in his hands.

Lu Huan's heart could not help but surge with an indescribable feeling, and the expression on his face was somewhat complicated.

Could it be that that person really did not have any ill intentions?

If that person really did have ill intentions, that person could come and go as he pleased in the courtyard. Last night, he was in a fever and unconscious. That person could easily stab him with a dagger, and he would have no way to resist!

Actually, it was not just last night. That person could have made a move on him at any other time, but that person had restrained himself and only sent over various things that he needed!

But if that person did not have any ulterior motives, why did that person repeatedly send things over? What was the purpose of that?

Could it be that the person really wanted to help him and was kind enough to send charcoal in the snow?

But — but how could —?!

Ever since he was born, he had never felt this kind of kindness. No one in Prince Ning Fu would help him. It was already good enough that they did not flatter and trample on him like Lu Wenxiu. Even Fourth Concubine only cast him a pitying look to protect herself.

There was no one in Prince Ning Fu, and there was no one outside of Prince Ning Fu!

How could there suddenly be someone who did not appear time and time again, but instead helped him out of danger?!

… He could not think of anyone who would treat him so well.

Lu Huan stared at the eggs in his hands. His palms still felt like they were covered in ice and snow after the fever had subsided. The ripples in his heart grew larger and larger.

If there really was such a person …

If there really was such a person, his heart actually began to faintly feel nervous, and his heart began to pound.

… … Also, his throat became dry, and there was a faint hope that even he himself could not detect.

But Lu Huan immediately felt that his thoughts were absurd, even laughable.

What if it was not? What if that person did not have any intention of harming him, nor did they set up a trap for him to jump into? What if that person did not have any intention of caring for him as he thought? What if that person simply treated him, a bastard within the walls of the courtyard, as a fun and pitiful plaything to play with?

After all, his past was clear. He was indeed the child of Prince Ning and a prostitute outside. It was impossible for him to have a secret past.

It was also impossible for other relatives to help him in secret.

Then, other than that kind of senseless trick and charity prank …

Lu Huan really could not think of anyone who would be so good to a bastard like him without any ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, a basin of cold water immediately poured down from the top of his head.

Lu Huan pursed his lips and did his best to stop his wild thoughts. He first extinguished all his expectations and desires.

His eyes became calm.

No matter what, he had to deal with all changes by sticking to the status quo.

That day, after he finished feeding all the chickens and took away the eggs, he began to plant the winter crops he had bought.

Previously, he had not touched the clothes that person had sent over because he suspected that person had ulterior motives. But after the cold wind last night, although Lu Huan still did not know what the other person's intentions were, he had more or less let down his guard. For the time being, he believed that the other person had no ill intentions.

As a result, he divided the crops that the other person had placed at the foot of the wall.

He divided the ready-made potatoes, carrots, and other things into twenty-three bags and moved them all to the kitchen.

He continued to leave the other seeds where they were. Those that could be planted were planted on the same day. Those that could not be planted were cleaned up in a room next to the firewood courtyard to be used as a storeroom. He used some methods to store them.

After doing this, Lu Huan went to the kitchen.

Lu Huan knew how to chop firewood and fetch water. Naturally, he was also good at cooking noodles. Otherwise, in this huge Prince Ning Fu, he was afraid that he would not have been able to survive all these years.

He lit the stove, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed his clean and slender forearms. He chopped the carrots and potatoes into small pieces, mixed them with flour, and then spread them out in the pot.

White steam rose, and in the dim yellow light of the fire, a flatbread was quickly made.

His appetite was greatly stimulated, and his eyes could not help but sparkle a little.

This was the first time in all these years that he had eaten something hot, and not cold leftovers.

Lu Huan swallowed the flatbread in a few bites. After casually wrapping his stomach, he chopped more carrots and mashed potatoes and heated the firewood even more.

He made a bigger flatbread that smelled even more fragrant and tempting.

However, he did not eat it. Instead, he placed it on a plate and placed it on the stove, using the remaining heat from the stove to heat it up.

He stopped what he was doing and looked out of the kitchen uncertainly.

It was already late at night, and there were some snowflakes floating in the sky. Everything was silent.

That person … would he come tonight?

If he left the flatbread here, would that person be able to see it?

Would he like it?

Lu Huan was a little nervous.

However … he immediately thought, if that person was really just playing with him and giving him charity …

If that person saw him eagerly making flatbread and waiting for that person to come, would that person laugh at him and say that he was a pitiful person who would desperately grab onto a little kindness?