Zhan Wushuang then looked at the popcorn again, picked up a piece in his hand, and hesitated whether to eat it.

She didn't know what had just happened, and she was afraid that if she ate it again, she would cry again.

"Popcorn, the name is quite fitting, but it tastes so good, why did you cry while eating it?"

Feng Jun was even more puzzled. "She's crying so sadly. Anyone who doesn't know the situation would think that this stuff is too awful."

"No, after I ate this..."

Zhan Wushuang didn't know how to explain it. She looked at the popcorn in her hand for a while, and finally ate it again.

She wanted to find out what the reason was.

The taste was the same, but this time, that feeling didn't come back.

"How about it?"

Ji Fanya was also worried that she might have another emotional outburst, so he asked her nervously.

"It's okay, it's delicious."

Zhan Wushuang shook his head, then chuckled and took Ji Fanya's small hand, "Thank you for your concern, Junior Brother."

"Cough, no...it's alright."

The thought of Feng Jun being right beside her made Ji Fanya's heart skip a beat, and she blushed as she quickly pulled her hand back.

"Father, we have other matters to attend to, so we will return first."

Zhan Wushuang didn't say anything, but turned to look at Feng Jun and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"What are you saying? What father would complain about his child being a nuisance?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun gave Zhan Wushuang a reproachful look before asking with concern, "Are you really alright?"

"Yes, it's alright, don't worry."

Zhan Wushuang nodded, left some more popcorn for Feng Jun, and then left with Ji Fanya.

"How is the situation on the other side of the previous dynasty?"

As soon as Zhan Wushuang left, Feng Jun's face, which had been full of kind smiles, suddenly darkened. "What did the envoy say?"

"The envoy from the Western Zhou Dynasty said that we should return all the female members of the Zhou family."

As Feng Jun's voice fell, a figure dressed in a tight-fitting outfit appeared in the main hall.

It was none other than the leader of the secret guards.

"What did Xin'er say?"

Feng Jun sat back down and asked with a solemn expression.

"The Crown Princess resolutely refused."

The head of the secret guards hesitated for a moment before saying, "The envoy from the Western Zhou Dynasty made it very clear that if the goods are not returned, war will break out, but the Crown Princess's attitude remains firm."

This war was already inevitable.

“Xin’er did a good job. The conflict between us and the Bu Jiang Dynasty is now irreconcilable. Miss Jun is our biggest help right now, and we must not offend her under any circumstances.”

After listening, Feng Jun sighed softly, his face full of worry, "I only hope that the Wuya Dynasty can get through this calamity smoothly. Shuang'er has just returned, and I really don't want her to suffer any more harm."

Having been a hostage for so many years, it would be too cruel to return to one's country only to face the tragedy of national subjugation and family destruction.

Eight days later, at the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

"Senior sister, the Empress has sent someone to summon you back to the palace for the New Year."

Ji Fanya was in the kitchen, wearing a small apron, making dumplings as he said, "Master has been in seclusion for a long time this time. If he doesn't come out soon, he will miss the dumplings."

Indeed, today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and it's the first Lunar New Year's Eve that Jun Feijue and his disciples have spent together.

Ji Fanya had been preparing since morning and was looking forward to it, but seeing that Jun Feijue had not come out of seclusion for a long time, he was worried that everyone would not be able to celebrate the New Year together.

"Why don't you take the dumplings and go to the back of the mountain to call out?"