“The child from seven years ago didn’t die. She was sent away by Mu Feiyu. Now we’ve found her, and she’s in the palace right now… Qianqian, let’s go together and bring our daughter back.” Mu Beichen held her hand, his face calm, but his emotions were actually more panicked than hers.

Upon hearing his words, Yu Qianqian's vision blurred, and every word she uttered trembled as she asked, "What...what are you saying? My daughter, is my daughter still alive?"

Seeing her emotions change drastically because of a single sentence, Mu Beichen felt a pang of heartache and pulled her into his arms. Over the years, she had stood by him through thick and thin, and thankfully, the hardships were finally over. It had all been worth it...

Outside the carriage, Yu Qianqian lifted the curtain and looked out. She could see pedestrians hurrying by for miles ahead. The palace seemed so far away yet so close. She could almost imagine Yu Linlang playing happily inside, or perhaps standing at the palace gate looking around like her.

Mu Beichen sat to the side, following her gaze as she looked out, then immediately turned back, smiling at her: "Qianqian, don't rush, this place is still quite a distance from the palace. We'll hurry up and arrive soon."

Yu Qianqian imagined scene after scene, and was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She slowly turned her head and snuggled up to Mu Beichen. He took her hand and they intertwined their fingers.

“My husband, after we leave the palace this time, why don’t we stay at the Prince Jing’s residence? I’m afraid our daughter won’t be able to stand the bitter cold weather in the northern city.”

"Alright, whatever you say is fine..."

Yu Qianqian looked up, meeting his gaze as he looked down at her, a sweet smile playing on her lips: "Husband, what do you think should be a good name for our daughter?"

"Our daughter is just like you, born to be a beautiful woman. How about we name her Xiao Qianqian?"

"I'm serious!" Yu Qianqian was a little annoyed by his teasing words: "Please, be serious, okay?"

"In my eyes, Qianqian is always the most beautiful. How is she being improper?" Mu Beichen smiled, his eyes reflecting her pretty face, and his expression changed even more.

"Now..." Before she could finish her sentence, his handsome face loomed down from above, and a strong scent of ambergris wafted over her. Her thoughts immediately became a jumbled mess, and indescribable images raced through her mind. Enraged and embarrassed, she snapped at him coquettishly, "What... what are you going to do?"

"Of course, it's about doing... what you're fantasizing about..."

"Hmm..."

Outside the carriage, a fierce wind and rain raged, and the horses galloped wildly along the mountain road. On both sides of the carriage were the guards escorting them back to the palace. No one could have imagined that a scandalous scene was unfolding inside the carriage.

"Qianqian, your husband missed you." Mu Beichen whispered in a low voice, his body hovering above hers, his deep, resonant voice echoing in the crook of her neck...

Yu Qianqian knew what kind of occasion this was. Although she was forcing herself to remain somewhat conscious, he kept picking at her sensitive areas and rubbing against her, which made her feel increasingly overwhelmed. In desperation, she pushed him away and lifted the curtain, pointing outside with her chin, saying, "Mind your manners, we're on our way!"