Over here, Xin Nian waited for the old women to walk away before quickly opening the two bundles to take a look.
She had to admit, the supply pack from the Lin’an Marquis Manor was quite decent.
One bundle was filled with white flour flatbreads, accompanied by dried meat.
The other bundle contained three sheepskin water flasks, a few thicker cotton clothes, and seven or eight inconspicuous small porcelain vials.
She sniffed them one by one. They were all medicinal pills and powders for reducing fever, stopping coughs, staunching bleeding, and relieving pain.
Not bad at all. These supplies would all be useful on the road to exile. That Lin’an Marquis Consort was quite thoughtful.
From a corner of the bundle, she fished out a Jade Pendant that felt warm and smooth to the touch and examined it from all angles.
She figured this must be the betrothal token that the original owner’s grandfather had exchanged with the old Marquis of the Lin’an Marquis Manor.
Judging by its quality, it looked pretty good. If she ran out of money in the future, she might be able to pawn it for some emergency cash.
What a conscientious Marquis Consort. May the good person have a peaceful life. Xin Nian silently gave her a thumbs-up.
Her stomach was rumbling with hunger. Xin Nian hid the Jade Pendant back in the bundle and hurriedly took out two white flour flatbreads, sandwiching a piece of dried meat between them before starting to gnaw on it.
The flatbread was soft, and the dried meat was chewy. It tasted good, having been freshly made. It definitely wouldn’t taste as good after being stored for a long time.
Xin Nian devoured one flatbread in a few large bites and, on a whim, wrapped up another one.
When she looked up, she saw about twenty pairs of eyes, young and old, in the prison cell staring at her, their expressions a mixture of indescribable emotions.
“Want some?” Before Xin Nian could finish her sentence, the sound of a child crying came from a corner of the cell.
“Father, Mother~ sob sob, you’re finally awake! I thought you didn’t want Han’er anymore, sob sob sob.”
Xin Ruoyu nudged her and said hurriedly, “It must be Fourth Uncle and Fourth Aunt who have woken up. Let’s go see Little Brother Han.”
Xin Nian’s brain was still rebooting, and she couldn’t temporarily sort out the relationships between all these people.
But since her third sister, Xin Ruoyu, had spoken, she quickly squeezed through the crowd after her.
She secretly pondered, Since I got a chance to live, maybe Mom, Dad, and my brother also…
Having received some of the original owner’s memories earlier, Xin Nian roughly understood that the original owner was from the fourth branch of the Duke Manor.
What a coincidence, she had a father, a mother, and an older brother. In addition, there was also a seven-year-old younger brother named Xin Mohan.
Right now, Xin Mohan was facing his mother, his face filled with grief as he cried his heart out.
Ever since his mother woke up, her gaze had been a bit off. She looked left and right, her eyes vacant. Could she have been knocked silly?
The more Xin Mohan thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he couldn’t help but burst into loud sobs.
“Father, Father, look at Mother! What’s wrong with Mother, waaahhh~~”
His father, Xin Wenyuan, could hardly fend for himself. He was clutching his head with one hand, receiving a massive wave of chaotic information that didn’t belong to him.
Xin Wenyuan subconsciously reached out to support his wife, muttering under his breath, “Wifey, where the hell have they brought us?”
He turned his head and found himself staring wide-eyed at a beautiful woman, which startled him so much that he retracted his hand and blurted out, “Who are you?”
“Absurd,” the old matriarch Yu Shi chided irritably. “Fourth Son, what time is it for you two to still be causing trouble?”
A married couple? Xin Wenyuan rubbed his head, recalling the series of complex information he had just received.
Fourth Son? The profligate Fourth Master of the Xin Duke Manor?
His brain had just been force-fed a wave of information, and he hadn’t had time to sort it out properly. Now, it was gradually sinking in.
According to the memory fragments, the Xin Duke Manor had been ransacked this morning. Right now, they should be miserably squatting in a large prison cell, preparing to be exiled from the capital at around five o’clock tomorrow morning…
And the original owner, the infamous profligate Fourth Master of the Xin Duke Manor, whose greatest passions in life were fooling around and indulging in pleasure, had gotten into a huge fight with his own wife on the day their house was ransacked. They had beaten each other until their heads were bleeding, and both had fainted. How utterly shameless.
So, he had coincidentally transmigrated here?
Xin Wenyuan quickly turned to look at his dazed wife and tentatively called out, “Wifey? Little Xie?”
Xie Ninglan snapped back to her senses with a jolt. Staring at the refined, unfamiliar face before her, she nodded frantically, almost nodding her head off.
Xin Wenyuan let out a small sigh of relief and secretly squeezed his wife’s hand to comfort her.
Don’t panic. He couldn’t lose his composure at a time like this.
According to the information he received, this profligate original owner had two sons and one daughter.
Putting aside the youngest son, Xin Mohan, the eldest son, Xin Mochen, and the second daughter, Xin Nian, happened to share the same names as his own dear son and precious daughter.
However, this Duke Manor’s Xin Mochen had perfectly inherited his father’s fine lineage of a profligate good-for-nothing. Besides causing trouble, he never did anything productive.
As for the Duke Manor’s young lady, who shared the same name as his precious little daughter, she had been a weak-willed mama’s girl since childhood. The moment she encountered the slightest problem, she would just cry and cry, and once she started, she couldn’t stop…
Judging by their temperaments alone, they were a complete mismatch for his own son and daughter.
On the surface, Xin Wenyuan remained calm, but inside, a storm was raging as he forced himself to cool down.
“Mother~” The little piteous Xin Mohan buried his head in his mother’s arms, whimpering, “Please don’t fight with Father anymore.”
His doe-like eyes turned pitifully to Xin Wenyuan. “Father, please don’t hit Mother again, okay?”
Old Matriarch Yu Shi’s face was grim as she reprimanded them, “In the past, I could let you two throw your tantrums, but now you’ve all seen the situation. Having come to this point, I, an old woman, don’t have much energy left to manage your affairs.”
After speaking, her gaze fell heavily on Xie Ninglan. “If you can live together, then do so. If you can’t, then separate. Even the best of days will be ruined by your quarreling. Xie Shi, if your maternal family comes to get you, just go back with them. We have no objections.”
Xie Ninglan was panicking internally.
Go back? Go back where? Good heavens, can anyone tell me what on earth is happening?
As she pondered, she saw a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl with almond eyes, peachy cheeks, and a fair complexion squeeze through the crowd and suddenly crouch down in front of her.
Xin Nian looked at Xie Ninglan solemnly, then at Xin Wenyuan.
The two people before her, despite being dressed in prison clothes, had delicate skin and fair complexions. One look was enough to tell they were from a wealthy family and had lived a pampered life.
They were a world apart from her parents, who had been weathered by years of struggle in the apocalypse.
Three people, six eyes, stared at each other, their expressions gradually turning grave.
Xin Nian took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words, “Family code.”
“Six six six,” the couple said in unison, their expressions suddenly turning ecstatic.
Three pairs of hands clasped tightly together, and for a moment, they felt a sense of “though weathered by time, my heart remains unchanged.”
Although Xin Nian appeared calm and composed, her heart was already a tumultuous sea of roaring waves.
Xin Wenyuan was also incredibly excited. Thank goodness, thank goodness, the whole family was here, safe and sound. No one was missing.
The next moment, Xin Nian asked, “Dad… Father, have you seen my brother?”
Xin Wenyuan snapped back to his senses with a jolt. Ah, right, he had almost forgotten his dear son!
Three pairs of eyes simultaneously shifted down to the sniffling Xin Mohan.
“Little friend, have you seen your big brother?”
Little friend Xin Mohan was a bit depressed at the moment.
What the heck was that family code just now? Father and Mother really did dote on Older Sister the most. They even told her the family code, but he knew nothing about it.
The poor little thing wiped his tears. “Big Brother is still unconscious.”
Xin Ruoyu squeezed in beside the three of them, picked up Xin Mohan, and patted him comfortingly, sighing, “Third Brother has been in a coma for three days, and his fever still hasn’t gone down.”
“A doctor was looking after him before, and he still didn’t wake up. Now… alas.”