"I just want to make sure he can live a good life," Fang Qingyue explained softly, trying to keep her tone calm.

Shen Yuhan looked at her, and the jealousy in his heart made him turn his face slightly away, trying hard to suppress the fluctuations in his heart.

He knew he couldn't say anything more, otherwise it would only deepen the conflict between them.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and whispered, "I will give him an official position."

The next morning, the mist outside the City Lord's Mansion had not yet dissipated, and the morning light quietly sprinkled on the blue brick and stone road.

The entire City Lord's Mansion was silent, but a tense farewell was about to begin.

Shen Yuhan, Fang Qingyue and their group were preparing to embark on the journey back to Beijing, and the carriage had stopped at the gate of the mansion.

The servants were busy loading the luggage into the car, the neighing of horses could be heard from time to time, and there was a hint of urgency in the air.

Fang Qingyue was wearing a simple dress, and her expression was still a little haggard.

She stood beside the carriage, her eyes a little vague, as if she still had not fully recovered from the emotions of yesterday.

Shen Yuhan stood beside her, glancing at her from time to time, with tenderness in his eyes.

"Qingyue, the carriage is ready." He said softly in a gentle tone.

Fang Qingyue nodded slightly, but did not get in the car immediately.

Her mood was still complicated, and last night's conversation was like a rope tightly wrapped around her heart.

Although she had agreed to go back to Beijing with him, she knew that the road ahead was still full of unknowns and challenges.

Just as they were about to set off, suddenly, the voice of the city lord Duan Cheng came from the mansion, breaking the brief silence.

"General Shen, take care!"

Duan Cheng was dressed in a gorgeous official robe, with a somewhat flattering expression. He hurried out of the mansion with quick steps and a false smile on his face.