Lady Yin half-leaned on the soft couch in the bedroom, one hand rubbing her temple while glancing at the letter on the small redwood table beside her, her brows furrowing even tighter.
"That child, how could he just leave a letter and go."
Her voice was full of worry, speaking in a low tone: "He's never left Chentang Pass since he was little, and now he's suddenly going to Sanshan Pass so far away. I really fear something might happen to him. It's already late, I don't know if he has a place to stay or something to eat, sigh."
Cui Yu, who was serving on the side, was also discontent.
She favored Nezha over her own younger brother. Although with him not at home, she would have less work, the thought of him traveling to Sanshan Pass, crossing thousand mountains and rivers, with dangers like wolves, tigers, and leopards along the way made her worried, unable to eat or sleep.
