Chapter 468 The Princess is Back

When Xiyan stepped out of the palace gate, her steps were somewhat anxious.

I haven't seen Yin'er for more than ten days. Her soft little body and her sweet voice have lingered in my mind countless times.

And the man who once made her love and hate him was now like an invisible thread, tugging at her thoughts.

Half an hour later, she stood in front of the Regent's Palace again, looking at the familiar vermilion lacquered door and copper ring. The time that had been away for nearly two years seemed to flow back at this moment.

At this moment, her heart was filled with complicated feelings.

There is the nervousness of returning after a long absence, the melancholy of seeing things and people change, and an indescribable sense of belonging.

I remember the last time I left here was when I was tricked into the palace by Su Qinyao. After being shot by an arrow, I was "given" to Helian Feng by Xiao Nanyan.

After the Yunqiu mutiny, she fled to Nanzhao. Nearly two years have passed and she has not set foot here again.

The palace before him was still majestic, the stone lions in front of the gate were still solemn, and everything seemed to be unchanged. But when he thought about it carefully, everything had changed.

The guard at the door was startled when he saw her, then he quickly bowed and greeted her:

"The princess is back."

Xiyan nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and stepped into the palace.

Every flower, grass, tree and wood in the garden still looks the same as I remember, but the mood of the people walking among them has changed a lot.

She walked straight to Liuyunxuan and pushed open the door. The layout inside was indeed the same as before - rosewood tables and chairs, ink bamboo paintings hanging on the wall, and even the celadon vases on the antique shelves were all in their original places.

Her eyes fell on the carved bed in the inner room, where the moon-white gauze curtains gently fell. Her eyes suddenly felt warm.

In the past, she and Xiao Nanyan had clung to each other on this couch for countless nights, and their intertwined breaths and body temperatures seemed to still linger in the air.

Surprisingly, Xiao Nanyue and Yin'er were not there.

When Chunliu and several maids saw her come in, their faces instantly lit up with joy, but they still knelt down to greet her according to the rules, and called out in unison:

"princess."

Xiyan responded gently, exchanged a few words with them, and then couldn't help asking about the whereabouts of Xiao Nanyue and Yin'er.

Chunliu smiled and replied:

"The prince and the little princess are in the bedroom you used to live in."

Xiyan's heart moved, and she quickly walked around the courtyard and headed towards her former bedroom.

The closer she got to the courtyard, the faster her heartbeat became, and those fragmented memories buried by time flooded into her heart like a tide.

She had spent eight years here before, and she was very familiar with every inch of it.

The moment you step into the courtyard, the first thing you see are the clusters of evening primroses under the eaves.

The seedlings she had planted with her own hands were now blooming vigorously, and the lavender petals were swaying gently in the wind, like countless butterflies flapping their wings, ready to fly.

Xiyan looked at the familiar color and her nose suddenly felt sore.

Just as I was stunned, I heard Yin'er's babbling voice from the room, as soft and sticky as honey.

Xiyan walked lightly to the window and looked inside quietly.

At this moment, Xiao Nanyan was sitting on the couch holding Yin'er. His face was still pale, but there was a gentle smile on his lips. He whispered:

"Be good, Yin'er. Mother will be back soon. She has important things to do these days. Look, this is your mother's room. She used to practice calligraphy here."

Yin'er didn't understand all this. She just curiously scratched the quilt on the couch and touched the dressing box next to it. She twisted her little body and slid down from Xiao Nanyue's arms. She crawled around on the couch, her round eyes full of curiosity.

Xiao Nanyue didn't stop her, but just stretched out his hand to protect her. His eyes followed his daughter's figure, and the doting in his eyes almost overflowed.

The sunlight filtered through the window lattice and fell on him, giving his pale face a layer of warmth that diluted some of his former coldness and made him seem particularly gentle.

Xiyan stood outside the window, looking at the scene of loving father and filial daughter, her heart already melted by this warm scene.

She took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.

The sound of the door being pushed open startled the people in the room.

Xiao Nanyan looked up at her, without a trace of surprise in his eyes, as if she had never left and was just returning from an ordinary outing. His tone was indifferent:

"I'm back."

But in those deep eyes, there was an irrepressible eagerness.

Xiyan bit her lip, with mixed feelings in her heart. She only said "hmm" softly, with a barely perceptible sob in her voice.

At this time, Yin'er had already turned her little body towards the voice, and her round eyes immediately locked onto Xiyan at the door.

The little guy, who was more than ten months old, had obviously recognized his mother. He smiled instantly, made a "baby" sound from his mouth, stretched his chubby little hands forward, and arched his little body on the couch, as if he couldn't wait to jump into his mother's arms.

Xi Yan looked at her daughter's lovely appearance, her eyes were filled with tears, she took a few steps to the side of the couch, and called out in a trembling voice:

"Yin'er..."