"Oh, I get it, this is for treating someone's illness. Is someone in our family sick?" The innocent child asked again.
Yang Chuxia placed the prepared herbs under her own windowsill, and after using some items to secure them, she said, "This is for treating your Brother Zi'an's leg, so make sure to watch it closely, alright?"
"For Brother-in-law Zi'an? Then I'll keep watch in the courtyard every day." Yang Xiayun held a straw-woven dragonfly in her hand and obediently nodded.
Yang Chuxia looked at the dragonfly in the girl's hand and wondered where it had come from. She had never bought such a thing for her, but it was quite pretty.
Wait a minute, what did the young girl just call him? Brother-in-law Zi'an?
"Yunyun, come back here." Yang Chuxia hastily called out, as the little girl was about to go play.
"Sister, what's the matter?"
"What did you just call him?" Yang Chuxia asked with narrowed eyes, "What did you just call Brother Zi'an?"