Ye Qianning helped Elder Chen into the courtyard. Sang Yan then stepped forward and bowed to him, "Elder Chen."

"I cannot bear the Third Prince's gift." Old Chen just saw Sang Yan through the carriage curtain. He was not surprised at all. He just felt that the man's movements were too fast.

"Mr. Chen, that's not what I meant. Whether it's true or not, Mr. Chen can take the responsibility." Sang Yan smiled gently.

It is said that one should not strike a smiling person. Old Chen knew his intentions, but he did not want to rebuke him. He only said, "Third Prince, Yanxichuan is a simple place. Please forgive us for our poor hospitality."

"I dare not. As long as Mr. Chen agrees to let me set up a tent in the yard, it will be fine." Sang Yan had seen the madness of the people living down the mountain, and the people living in the tents outside the yard were not good people either.

Speaking of safety, no one dares to move around inside the hospital.

"It's good that Your Highness the Third Prince gets used to living here." It seems that there is no room for him to stay in!

Sang Yan smiled and nodded, his eyes falling on Ye Qianning.

Ye Qianning was also observing him, and when her eyes met, she smiled calmly and bowed politely, "Third Prince."

Sang Yan was slightly stunned and hesitated before speaking: "Are you... Fatty?"

"Don't they look alike?" Ye Qianning asked with a smile.

“No.”

They are completely different people.

Ye Qianning laughed upon hearing this, his eyes curved. "Third Prince hasn't changed at all. You had the same expression when I first saw you at Changyang Palace."

In the past ten years, Sang Yan has become more calm and steady, and his gentle face has also shown many more wrinkles of time.

Sang Yan was stunned again, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he thought of the scene when they first met, Ye Qianning's curved eyes. In a trance, the childhood appearance in his mind became clearer.

He had been skeptical ever since he heard the news that Ye Qianning was still alive. He was still skeptical until the moment he saw her, but now he was somewhat certain.

It was not because of her words, but because of her bright and clear eyes.

"Okay, it's so hot outside, let's go inside and have a cup of tea first. If you want to reminisce, sit down and talk slowly." said Mr. Chen.

Sang Yan: "Mr. Chen is right."

Reminisce?

Sang Yan didn't dare to reminisce about the past, as he was afraid that he would be kicked out again if the conversation went badly.

Ye Qianning nodded slightly towards Sang Yan and helped Old Chen into the house.

Sang Yan's doubts were somewhat alleviated, but not completely eliminated.

"Third Prince, please." Gu Shuo was quite friendly.

Sang Yan responded and entered the wooden house.

The wooden house is not big. As you enter, a cool breeze hits you in the face, driving away the heat from the days of exposure.

Gu Shuo and his group all had ice flakes on them, so the air around them didn't feel too cold when they entered the door.

Sang Yan was different. He knew about the existence of camphor and had seen it, but he didn't bring it with him on this trip. Before he could recover from the day's scorching sun, a sudden gust of cold air blew, making him shiver all over and raise his hand to gather his clothes.

After they sat down, Du Yi served them tea.

Sang Yan was surprised when he saw Du Yi: "Du Yi?"

"Third Prince." Du Yi called coldly.

"Why are you here?"

"I came here with my master."

"Eighth brother is here too?" Sang Yan blurted out.

"Third Prince, my master has always been the Xiang family and the eldest lady." Du Yiling said.

Sang Yan didn't react for a moment. Du Yi was the Xiang family's secret guard. In the past ten years, he almost forgot about this matter.

"Master, Dad, Third Prince, have some tea." Ye Qianning picked up the teapot and poured a cup for each person.

Old Chen picked it up and took a sip: "Not bad, mellow and fragrant, good tea."