"Will it take a long time?" Jiang Yueyang frowned in distress.

Lu Yunting nodded. "Do you want to continue waiting? If so, I will wait with you."

Jiang Yueyang hesitated for a while, then looked at Guyu, "Guyu, you stay and wait for my dad, I'll just walk back."

Guyu did not respond immediately, but hesitated and said: "Girl, your feet..."

"What's wrong with your foot?" Lu Yunting asked quickly, his eyes immediately falling on her feet.

"It's okay, I just twisted it accidentally." Jiang Yueyang replied with a nonchalant smile.

Lu Yunting stared at her deeply for a while, then moved his gaze to look at the imperial guards present and politely asked, "Please turn around."

The imperial guards were stunned, then turned around collectively.

Jiang Yueyang looked puzzled and was about to ask when Lu Yunting squatted down in front of her.

"Come up."

Jiang Yueyang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and her cheeks gradually turned red.

Is he going to carry her back?

Seeing that the person behind him didn't move, Lu Yunting turned his head and called softly, "Yangyang?"

Jiang Yueyang came back to her senses, and thinking that they were already engaged, she stopped being shy and leaned over to lie on his back.

Lu Yunting held her knees firmly with both hands, stood up immediately, and walked forward with steady steps.

The imperial guards heard the footsteps going away, slowly turned their heads, and saw Lu Yunting carrying Jiang Yueyang on his back, and they all smiled.

Lord Xiao Jiang and General Lu are truly a match made in heaven!

Over there, Lu Yunting said a little uncomfortably: "Yangyang, hold tight."

Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang, who had originally grabbed his shoulders, slowly put her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

The night wind blew, disrupting the heartbeats of both people.

At first they didn't speak, and Lu Yunting's footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet night.

After a while, Lu Yunting took the lead in breaking the silence, and asked in a hoarse and deep voice: "Yangyang, have you missed me these days?"

Jiang Yueyang tightened her grip around his neck and hummed shyly, "What about you?"

"Very much."