Chapter 606: Home

The city gate opened quickly.

The team in front started to move and slowly entered the city.

Because Changzhou had just ended the war and was still on guard against Hu spies, the soldiers guarding the city questioned everyone very carefully when entering the city.

The team moved very slowly.

Arya was getting impatient, "If I just get off the car and walk, can it be faster?"

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you something interesting..."

Yun Ting racked his brains and tried to tell her about the fun he had experienced in the capital over the past few years.

But in fact, these are the years he doesn't want to recall.

It's too bitter.

He was like the clown on the stage, making himself a joke to please others.

If it weren't for the pressure of responsibility, if it weren't for the imagination of the future with her, Yun Ting would not have been able to hold on.

Fortunately, it's all over.

"...You don't know, that grandson insisted on getting me into a cricket fight, and the stakes were pretty high. I spent a fortune getting an 'Iron General', and it looked so majestic, but hey, as soon as I took the field, before the opponent's little fellow could even make a sound, it got scared and ran away. It pissed me off."

"But that grandson seemed to find some fun after that, always coming to me to play cricket fighting. He didn't know that what I was after was his father's right to open the city gates."

"So later, I succeeded and opened the city gates to welcome the prince. Those grandsons in the capital said I was lucky. I said that I was lucky. I want to piss you grandsons off to death."

Yun Ting thought that Erya would laugh and scold him for being "Wang Po selling melons and boasting about them", but she didn't.

Arya didn't laugh.

She turned her head and looked at him quietly.

She knew him too well, familiar with the pride in his bones and the sensitivity beneath his cynical mask.

Yun Ting's laughter was like a thin layer of oil paint, unable to cover up the real fatigue underneath.

"Yun Ting," she paused, looking at him gently and intently, "you've worked hard."

He had a really hard time during those times when he pretended to be a playboy and lived with a thick mask.

Yun Ting was stunned, his Adam's apple moving slightly, then he turned his head as if nothing had happened, "I don't know how carefree my life is, it's not hard at all."

Erya didn't ask him what he had been through, nor did she expose his disguise. She just said gently, "You've worked hard," and that explained all his forbearance and unknown efforts over the years.

This understanding, this heartache that needs no words, flows through my heart like a warm current.

She understands him.

The people he cares about most understand him.

So what if the whole world misunderstands and despises us?

He was not afraid to make enemies with the whole world as long as he did not disappoint her.

As they were talking, the carriage started moving.

Erya heard the bodyguard outside asking the soldiers guarding the city gate about Lu Qinniang's residence.

After the battle of Changzhou, Lu Qinniang became famous in Changzhou.

Arya felt very proud listening to this in the carriage.

She expected that when the soldiers heard that they were looking for her mother, they would enthusiastically show them the way.

Erya even prepared some change to give as a reward and tell them that my mother's daughter is here.

Just so proud.

But in reality, it doesn’t.

The soldier muttered, "Why are they all looking for Madam Xiao today?"

Arya was stunned when she heard that.

There was only one family in front of them, and that was the girl from the Wang family.

Are they here to look for mom too?

As she was thinking, she saw Yun Ting had already lifted the curtain on the side, "Are they looking for Madam Xiao too?"

As he spoke, he threw out a dime and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brothers."

The soldier smiled brightly after receiving the silver. "Yes, I'm looking for Madam Xiao."

But they don't know what they are doing specifically.

"Okay, thank you. Hurry up a bit, we are in a hurry!" As he spoke, Yun Ting threw another dime over.

Don’t mention it, money paves the way for fast progress.

The group quickly entered the city.

Erya had a bad feeling in her heart and urged, "Hurry up, I want to go back and take a look."

Lu Qiniang didn't know that Erya was coming back.

Early in the morning, Zhang Heyao brought Xiaoman over.

She was talking to Zhang Heyao at the door.

"I have to go out for something today and will come to pick up Xiaoman later." Zhang Heyao said.

"Okay, okay, okay. If it's too late, you can let him sleep here with me." Lu Qin's mother was eager to do so.

She had just been chopping pig food, and a vegetable leaf got stuck on her coarse work skirt without her noticing.

Zhang Heyao really wanted to take it off for her, but he held back.

——He was afraid that Lu Qiniang would show an expression of disgust and avoidance.

"No, I want to go back and sleep with Dad." Xiaoman said, "Mom, there are so many people at your house. I'm the only one who stays with Dad at home."

Lu Qi Niang: "...Okay."

"Then brother, come back early." Lu Qiniang said, "I'll leave some food for you to take back."

"Um."

Just as Zhang Heyao was about to give Xiaoman some instructions, a commotion came from afar.

Lu Qiniang subconsciously looked up and saw a rather impressive convoy heading towards her door.

The scene made her heart skip a beat, and her eyes lit up instantly. She eagerly searched for a familiar figure among the mounted guards - was it Xiao Yan who came back?

However, after taking a few glances, the excitement in my heart died silently.

Not him.

He was not the leader, and the guards' attire was unfamiliar.

The most eye-catching thing is the gorgeously decorated carriage in the middle, with pearl curtains and brocade drapes. It is obviously the vehicle for the women of wealthy families.

Zhang Heyao could clearly see the flickering light in Lu Qinniang's eyes. He understood what was going on in his heart, but remained expressionless.

The convoy slowly stopped in front of Lu Qi's mother's house.

The driver neatly placed the footstool, and a well-dressed maid came forward and carefully lifted the curtain.

A small foot wearing exquisite gold-embroidered shoes stretched out first and gently tapped on the footstool.

Immediately afterwards, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, supported by a maid, got off the car in a graceful manner.

The girl was wearing a pastel-colored Hangzhou silk dress. The material shone with a soft luster in the morning light. The dress was tailored to fit her body perfectly, highlighting her slim and graceful figure.

Her skin is fair and delicate, like the finest mutton-fat jade, her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, her nose is delicate, her lips are cherry-like, and she has a natural air of nobility.

But those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were now looking at the people standing at the door with a bit of curiosity and scrutiny.

Her eyes first swept over Zhang Heyao, who was wearing a green shirt and had a cold temperament. She seemed to think that this person was a little unusual, but it only stayed for a moment.

Then, her eyes were fixed on Lu Qiniang, who was standing in the front holding a kitchen knife.

The girl's brows knitted slightly, almost imperceptibly.

The woman in front of me was wearing a gray coarse cloth dress with some dirt and grass debris on the cuffs and lapels, and even a piece of emerald green leaf sticking brightly to her waist.

Her hair was casually tied up, fixed with only the most ordinary wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell around her ears.

Her face was bare of makeup, and her skin was a little rough from years of labor and the northwest wind and sand, but her eyes were clear.