Five days later.

Jiangnan wrote back, agreeing to the marriage. Prince Chen was willing to offer a ten-mile-long dowry as betrothal gift and go to Nanyuan in person to marry the princess.

Emperor Nanyuan received the reply and ordered that the marriage banquet be set for half a month later.

The letter was slapped coldly on the table, with a sinister smile on his face:

"After fifteen days, Zong Zhengchen, I told you to come but never come back!"

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The Imperial Master's Mansion.

The day of the marriage banquet is approaching, which also means that the day of Qin Ye's departure is approaching. She is half happy and half worried, half looking forward to getting married, and half reluctant to let go of her brother.

She felt that she was very ignorant. Her brother raised her, but she had no chance to repay him before she had to marry him in a foreign country.

Before leaving, she did her best to arrange the schedule for the five-year separation.

"Brother, I asked Ai Ai to buy twenty boxes of your favorite tea and put them all in your drawer. It's just enough for you to drink for five years."

"I also bought a lot of inkstones, paper and pens that you often use."

"Brother, I have hung up your winter coats in the side room. You have too few summer clothes, so I bought you fifty sets. Ten sets a year, just enough for five years."

"Brother, you have to go to the palace every day and walk around. This is the insole I sewed. It's very soft and won't hurt your feet. I'll hurry up and sew twenty pairs in the next few days so that you can use them for five years."

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

From morning till night every day, Qin Ye was busy running around, making plans and arrangements for the five years that she had been away.

From Ling Yixing's clothing, diet, travel, to his interests, hobbies, and habits... she took everything into consideration, and instructed the servants one by one, repeatedly explaining everything.

Ling Yixing sat under a tree in the sun, watching the woman busying about, smiling in an especially doting manner.

Qin Ye had been busy for ten whole days, but he had not yet finished giving instructions and was about to leave. He felt that the servants were not taking good care of Ling Yixing and was very worried.

He explained a lot more.

"Xiao Ye, you're almost spinning like a top, take a break."

"Brother, I'm not tired! Butler, has the paper I asked you to order been delivered? My brother likes to work at night and uses this paper to protect his eyes."

"Ai Ai, are the chefs you found reliable? My brother has a light diet, and he must not eat salty food. He gets a stomachache if he eats salty food. You must be careful."

"Oh, and..."

Been busy for a long time.

When Qin Ye was free, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ling Yixing sitting under a tree reading a book. He was dressed in white, with dappled sunlight shining on him. He looked gentle, quiet, peaceful, and tranquil like a painting.

She looked at it, somewhat absent-mindedly.

She walked into the house and took out the painting she had drawn that day.

He is like this in the painting as well.

Peaceful and quiet.

"What are you looking at so absent-mindedly?" Ling Yixing looked over.

Qin Ye came back to his senses and raised the painting in his hand, "Brother, you are so beautiful. I will take this painting to Jiangnan. When I miss you, I will take it out and look at it."

Ling Yixing took the painting, looked at it, and smiled without saying anything.

"Brother, the climate in Jiangnan is mild, similar to that in Nanyuan. You will definitely get used to it if you live there. I heard that it is gentle, peaceful, and leisurely, and is known as the Jiangnan Water Village. I think you will definitely like that place."

Qin Ye squatted down and gently lay on his knees.

"Mom and Dad are gone. As long as my brother and I are together, no matter where we are, it's home."

Their home.

The Imperial Master’s Mansion is home.

Jiangnan is also home.

Wherever my brother is, there is home.

Ling Yixing lowered his eyes and gently stroked her soft hair, with a smile on his lips. As he smiled, the curve of his smile gradually became sad, and the corners of his eyes became wet...