After parting ways with Yan Wan, Jing Xi went straight to the Yan residence. She needed to tell Yan Wan's parents the good news of Yan Wan's return as soon as possible.

Yan Wan's parents must be eagerly awaiting news of her return.

Jing Xi quickly arrived at the gate of the Yan residence and said to the servant at the gate, "Go and report that I have brought some very good news."

The servant nodded respectfully and hurriedly ran inside to report to the master.

"Master, Madam, Miss Jing requests an audience," the servant announced.

Upon hearing the servant's words, Yan's father and mother exchanged a glance. "Is there anything you need, Xiao Xi? Please come in quickly."

Madam Yan stood up and said to the servant at the door, "Quickly bring Xiao Xi in."

Since Wan'er left, Xiao Xi has always come to the Yan residence to see them. Although she doesn't say it, they all know that she is coming to see them on Wan'er's behalf. Her thoughtfulness is truly admirable.

"Yes, sir, madam. Miss Jing just said she has some very good news to share with you both," the servant said.

"Good, good, good child, quickly bring Xiaoxi in," Madam Yan said happily.

"Yes, Madam." The servant happily ran out.

"Miss Jing, please come in." The servant said respectfully to Jing Xi, who was standing at the door.

Jing Xi straightened her clothes and calmly walked in. She believed that the news she brought would definitely make Yan Wan's parents happy.

As soon as Jing Xi stepped through the door, Madam Yan happily stood up and said, "Little Xi, come quickly! What brings you here today? Have you been busy lately? If you're busy, you don't need to come see us so often. Just keep going and don't let your own affairs interfere with your work." Jing Xi came very frequently, and Madam Yan knew that this child was ambitious. She often came to see them for Wan'er's sake, and she was afraid that Jing Xi's frequent visits would interfere with her own affairs.

"Aunt Yan, it's been so long! How have you been?" Jing Xi greeted her warmly, taking Yan's mother's arm. Since Yan Wan left, Yan's mother had been depressed and ill for a long time, only recently starting to recover.

Jing Xi turned her head to look at Yan's father, who was sitting in the head seat and seemed to be thinking about something, and said happily, "Aunt Yan, Uncle Yan, Yan Wan is back."

Yan's father, who had just been lost in thought, suddenly stood up, took a few steps forward excitedly, and said with trembling lips, "What, what did you just say? Can you say it again?"

Mother Yan, clutching her chest with tears in her eyes, said, "Xiao Xi, could you say it again, Wan'er, Wan'er, she..."

Jingxi held Yan's mother's hand and said softly, "Wan'er, she's really back."

Tears streamed down Yan's mother's face. She looked at Yan's father beside her and said incredulously, "Did you hear that? Xiaoxi just said Wan'er is back, waaaaaah!"

Father Yan patted Mother Yan's shoulder reassuringly, "I heard it, Wan'er is back." Even though he had been a prime minister, he couldn't help but shed some tears.

Yan's mother glanced behind Jingxi a few times, but saw nothing. She asked anxiously, "Xiaoxi, Wan'er, why hasn't Wan'er come back yet? Did something happen to her?"

Yan's father remained silent, but he also stared intently at Jing Xi, clearly wanting to know where Yan Wan was as well.

Looking at the expectant eyes of Yan's parents, Jing Xi said, "Wan'er is in the palace now, as you know. Ji Mohan... Wan'er is worried about him, so she went to the palace to see him first."

Yan's parents breathed a sigh of relief. They thought about the man in the palace, who was tormenting them to death. Oh well, let Wan'er go see him if she wants to. They couldn't just let him die for nothing.

“Wan’er, she might not know how to come back to face you two. You know, Yan Wan is not your daughter Yan Wan.” Jing Xi thought for a moment and then explained. She actually understood Wan’er’s worries. Wan’er was afraid that Yan’s parents would hate her for taking over their daughter’s body. She was afraid to see the hateful expressions on Yan’s parents’ faces, so she dared not come back to see them.

Yan's parents were aware of Yan Wan's worries. To say they had no reservations about her now would be a lie. At first, they might have had some reservations. After receiving Yan Wan's letter, they couldn't believe their eyes, let alone that their daughter, with whom they spent every day, was possessed by a "wandering ghost."

If you say they don't hate or resent at all, that would be incredibly false.

But Yan Wan was their child before, and Yan Wan was their child later. They were both their children. How could parents truly hate their own child?

Parents who love their children plan far ahead for them.