After lunch, the three carriages left the manor and headed straight for the gates of Fengjing City.

As the carriage arrived near the majestic city gate, a light snow began to fall from the sky.

The snowflakes were initially sparse, making a soft rustling sound as they landed on the car roof.

Qin Zhaoyue was helped down from the carriage by her maid. As soon as she looked up, she saw the welcoming procession set up in front of the city gate.

Even more striking is that her six siblings have all gathered here.

After not seeing each other for over a month, I couldn't find any warmth from our long-awaited reunion; instead, I was filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

A series of ambiguous, cold laughs rang out.

"Heh, Sixth Sister certainly knows how to find a quiet place. The hot springs in this villa on the outskirts of the capital must be very nourishing."

That was the Third Princess's voice, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Ah, it's more than just nourishing; look at her complexion, so rosy and radiant, so delicate!"

The fourth princess spoke up, her gaze sweeping over Qin Zhaoyue's noticeably fuller face.

The Fifth Prince didn't speak, but just snorted and turned his head away.

The younger seventh and eighth princes looked angry but dared not speak out.

Xiao Jiu puffed out her cheeks, glared angrily at Qin Zhaoyue, and muttered under her breath:

"Have you gained weight? I think you have, you must be eating delicious food every day!"

Qin Zhaoyue was slightly taken aback by this sudden collective targeting.

What's going on? Why is there such strong hostility?

During this month, the three eldest imperial heirs assisted in handling heavy government affairs, becoming exhausted from paperwork.

The three younger siblings were overwhelmed by their schoolwork and suffered terribly.

Only Qin Zhaoyue completely abandoned everything and hid away at a manor on the outskirts of Beijing, living a carefree and blissful life.

The third, fourth, and ninth brothers, in particular, all recalled Qin Zhaoyue's words in the Imperial Study on the eve of the disaster relief effort.

Now that she was actually living that kind of life, she felt a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment that was hard to describe.

After a moment of stunned silence, Qin Zhaoyue quickly came to her senses.

Faced with the collective condemnation from her siblings, she simply rolled her eyes dismissively.

He then confidently put his hands into the hand warmer and slightly raised his chin.

That expression clearly said: So what if it is? What can you do to me?

The fine snow gradually became denser, falling silently like torn cotton, covering the eaves of the city tower, the flagpoles of the ceremonial guard, and landing on everyone's shoulders and hair.

The world was quiet except for the soft sound of falling snow.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a series of muffled hoofbeats came from afar, shattering the silence of the snowfield.

The sound grew clearer as it approached.

At the end of the snow-covered official road, a troop of light cavalry appeared.

The group numbered about a hundred riders, all dressed in light military attire with fiery red cloaks over their clothes.

The red stood out brilliantly against the backdrop of pure white, like a flame leaping on the snow.

These were the Phoenix Feather Camp female cavalry, the personal guards of Princess Qin Zhaoqiong.

They rode in, their formation perfectly aligned, their hooves kicking up fine snowflakes.

The red capes fluttered in the wind, highlighting their agile figures and resolute faces, exuding a dashing and heroic spirit.

As the procession approached the welcoming crowd, they all reined in their horses.

The person at the head of the group, with a tall and straight figure, was none other than Princess Qin Zhaoqiong.

She deftly dismounted, casually tossing the riding whip to her guards behind her, and strode towards her younger siblings.

He stopped abruptly, his gaze sweeping over each face, a gentle smile spreading across his weathered features.

"Third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, seventh brother, eighth brother, ninth brother,"

Finally, his gaze fell on Qin Zhaoyue's face, and his smile deepened slightly, "Sixth Sister!"

The Fifth Prince, standing to the side, curled his lip and scoffed, "Hmph, why single out the Sixth Prince?"

"Elder sister!"

Qin Zhaoyue went to greet her and carefully looked at her elder sister whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

His skin was roughened by the wind, sand and scorching sun of the north, and his eyes showed signs of fatigue, but also added a touch of determination and composure.

A few snowflakes, which had not yet been brushed away, settled in her hair and on her shoulder armor.

Qin Zhaoyue naturally reached out and gently brushed away the cold snow water from her eyebrows and temples with her fingertips.

"Elder sister, you must have had a long and arduous journey."

Qin Zhaoqiong let her do as she pleased, her gaze also falling on Qin Zhaoyue's well-maintained, plump and radiant face.

She smiled and reached out her calloused hand, gently embracing her sixth sister, who looked like a snowball.

"Little Six, you've worked hard too..."

[The End]

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