3) Win Rose with flower...

Lady Yang's breath hitched in her throat.

Her husband was awake, snapping her out of her stunned reverie.

She swiftly schooled her expression back to her usual poised dignity, watching as her husband slowly roused.

The butler rushed to his bedside, a mix of concern and relief on his face.

"Master," he called out, his voice betraying his surprise. "You're awake. How do you feel?"

..

As the Patriarch groggily sat up, Lady Yang observed him intently. His usually robust body now appeared paler, his limbs shaky.

However, his sharp eyes were still as perceptive as ever.

He looked around the room, seemingly taking stock of his surroundings before he spoke. "How long was I out?" he asked, his voice still groggy from long sleep due to poison.

"Not much, Master... The Young Master hurriedly cured you," the butler replied, his eyes filled with worry.

"We were growing quite anxious."