"Have any officials in the court bullied you during this time?"

The question was asked as if it were an elder who hadn't been home for a long time and was about to stand up for their child upon returning.

The third and fourth princesses shook their heads in unison, indicating that everything was fine, however...

Once again, without hesitation, a certain adult prince answered with a hint of grievance, "Yes!"

Qin Zhaowan: "..."

Qin Zhaoshu: "..."

Qin Minghuang smiled upon hearing this and reached out to pat the fifth son's head.

"Alright, alright, Mother Queen knows. She will definitely help you get revenge and punish those who are so ignorant."

She then looked at Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba, who were standing a step away, somewhat reserved, and took the initiative to pull them into her arms.

"Have you been studying diligently while Mother Empress has been away?"

The three children answered in unison, loudly: "Yes!"

Not far away, the chief eunuch Su Quan had already turned his back, his shoulders trembling slightly as he secretly wiped away the tears of excitement welling up in his eyes with his sleeve.

After calming the children down, Qin Minghuang slowly walked up to Su Quan and patted him on the shoulder.

"Old man, I'm back."

You'd better live well for me, and live a long life."

Su Quan was about to kneel down to express his gratitude as was his habit, but Qin Minghuang firmly supported him, preventing him from kneeling.

"Yes, Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune. This old servant... this old servant will do my best to serve Your Majesty for a few more years."

Qin Minghuang smiled again, her gaze sweeping over her children and loyal servants, and said softly, "That's good."

At the same time, Qin Zhaoyue's carriage arrived at the entrance of the Sixth Princess's residence.

The old gatekeeper was dozing off in his room.

For more than a month, without a master in the mansion, he seemed to have returned to the leisurely, almost idle days he had at the beginning.

As the weather grew colder, he stayed indoors in the warm gatehouse all day long, rarely venturing out.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he caught a glimpse of the carriage parked at the door and the figure that jumped off it.

Suddenly jolted awake, I rubbed my eyes and rushed out of the room in disbelief, my voice trembling:

"Your Highness... Your Highness?!"

Qin Zhaoyue, hands clasped behind her back, looked at him leisurely and teased:

"With your stuttering, how did you become a doorman? Did you pull strings?"

"No, no...it's not!" The old doorman waved his hands frantically, his face flushed red.

"This old servant is just too... too excited! Your Highness, you're finally back!"

"Alright," Qin Zhaoyue chuckled lightly, striding into the mansion. As she passed him, she casually remarked...

"My purse is empty after this trip. How about you contribute two months' worth of your monthly allowance?"

The old doorman was speechless for a moment, his face contorting in a grimace: "Um..."

Seeing this, Qin Zhaoyue stopped teasing him, laughed loudly, and stepped into her own residence.

As soon as they stepped across the threshold, they heard several soft "whooshing" sounds coming from inside the courtyard, as the figures of the Ink Group were rapidly gathering from all directions.

Relying on his highest cultivation level, Sui Mo was the first to rush to Qin Zhaoyue's side and kneeled on one knee, "Your Highness!"

Qin Zhaoyue raised her chin, looked at her, and said with a playful smile in her eyes, "Oh, Huqin, long time no see."

Broken Ink: "..."

Most of the joy and excitement I felt were instantly washed away.

However, the next moment, Qin Zhaoyue stepped forward, opened her arms, and gave her a firm hug.

"I'm back."

Sui Mo's eyes stung, and the tears she had been holding back almost spilled out. She hugged Qin Zhaoyue tightly and whispered:

"Yes! Welcome home, Your Highness!"

Soon, the rest of the Mo Group members arrived and lined up neatly.

Qin Zhaoyue showed no favoritism, going to each person in turn and giving them a brief hug.

Just then, a series of heavy and hurried footsteps approached from afar, and Ping An strode over.

Her face beamed with pure joy, and she shouted as she ran, "Pretty sister!"

Qin Zhaoyue tiptoed and patted Ping An's broad, mountain-like shoulder, but her gaze swept meaningfully towards the Mo Group members beside her, drawing out her words:

"Look how eloquent our Ping An is."

Unlike some people, whose thirteen mouths combined are not as pleasing as a single word from Ping An.

Tsk...useless..."

Mo Group members: "..."

Well, it tastes familiar, just the same as before.