Ye Lingyue returned to the Lan Residence late at night.
Within the Lan Residence, lights were still brightly lit, the family of Lan Yingwu awaited Ye Lingyue's return.
The dishes on the table had long gone cold, and the faces of the Lan couple and Lan Cai'er showed worry.
Lan Cai'er repeatedly stood up and looked outside.
"Father, why hasn't Ling Yue come back yet? Nothing bad happened in the Imperial Palace, right?"
Lan Cai'er was impulsive by nature. If it were not for Lady Lan stopping her, she would have rushed to the Imperial Palace earlier in the day.
"Sit down. Do you think Miss Yue is like you? Her head works much better than yours," Lan Yingwu scolded his eldest daughter.
Today marked Ye Lingyue's first day at the Imperial Hospital, and the entire Lan Residence was very concerned.
The moment Ye Lingyue crossed the threshold, she saw the anxious and uneaten meals of the three members of the Lan family.
She felt warmth in her heart; this family had truly accepted her.
