Chapter 162: Picking Up My Yinyin

Before long, Yuan Siyin tilted her head and fell asleep against the soft cushion.

Yu Shiyan let out a soft sigh, put down the book, and slowly traced the lines of her serene sleeping face with his slender white fingers.

He tasted the delicate texture on his fingertips, but dared not startle her, so he traced her features from her eyebrows down to her nose and then to her unconsciously slightly parted red lips.

A cold wind whipped up the curtains, carrying a whistling sound, and startled birds fluttered their wings and flew away from the woods, making the surroundings seem even more desolate.

Perhaps sensing the chill, Yuan Siyin subconsciously curled up, shrinking into the plush cushion like a cat seeking warmth, a sight that softened one's heart.

Yu Shiyan unfolded the white fur coat and covered her with it, then smoothed the slightly disheveled hair on her forehead, his deep eyes full of doting affection.

I can never get enough of looking at it.

Whether they are baring their teeth and claws or letting their guard down.

She always managed to capture his attention with ease; every smile and frown stirred his thoughts, making his heart beat faster and faster.

Yu Shiyan sighed and gently stroked her delicate, jade-like nose: "I've fallen for you."

In her drowsy state, Yuan Siyin seemed to hear Yu Shiyan say something, but she couldn't quite make it out. She just mumbled a few words and then went back to sleep.

As dawn broke, the spring breeze carried a chill, and the air was filled with what seemed to be either poplar or willow catkins, much like the first light snowfall in the capital at the end of the year. The streets were deserted, and the sound of horses' hooves broke the silence before slowly coming to a stop.

Yu Shiyan reached out and lifted the curtain, and the guards immediately fell silent.

"Ziyuan...it's cold...don't pull off my blanket."

Hearing the little sparrow's babbling beside him, Yu Shiyan couldn't help but laugh. He then picked her up and carried her out of the carriage, heading towards the post station.

Two guards stood at the entrance of the inn. When they saw Yu Shiyan return, they bowed their heads respectfully. However, when they saw the beautiful woman sleeping soundly in his arms, their expressions were filled with fear and uncertainty.

Zhong Heng stood calmly to the side.

He's obviously never seen the world, making a fuss over nothing. It's all within his master's expectations that he'll marry the Yuan family's daughter.

Just thinking about the person waiting inside gave him a headache.

"Your Highness, why don't you put Miss Yuan down first?"

It's chilly outside.

Before he could even reply, Yu Shiyan had already wrapped him in a white fur coat and carried him inside steadily.

Zhong Heng had no choice but to shake his head and follow.

Yu Shiyan carried the person all the way to the inner room, where he happened to see a figure standing behind a stone table.

He was slightly taken aback. "General Yuan has arrived? What brings you here?"

Yuan Jin turned around upon hearing the sound. He had originally intended to fetch some herbs, but upon seeing the woman in his arms, he was immediately filled with rage.

His anger intensified, especially after he realized it was his own daughter, and he blurted out, "Come and pick up my Yinyin."

The two fell silent for a moment, the situation becoming extremely tense.

“She’s afraid of the cold. She’s been in the carriage all night and is still asleep. Let’s go inside and talk.” Yu Shiyan glanced at the sleeping person in his arms and spoke first to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere, gesturing for Zhong Heng to go and make tea.

Yuan Jin snorted coldly and followed him into the room. She watched as he carefully placed his daughter on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and tucked the corner of the quilt in.

At least this kid has some effort.

Even so, Yuan Jin was still furious. After looking him over, he sat down at the table outside the screen, his icy aura almost overflowing two whole streets.

Putting aside why his own Yinyin was with him, the fact that the two of them were riding in the same carriage suggests that there was no other carriage in Liangzhou.