Chapter 405 The Heir Returns Home
Upon seeing this, a chill flashed across Yuwen Ye's eyes.
But he said nothing, and lowered the curtain. Shang Ruyi frowned slightly and said, "Didn't my elder brother already go home? Why is it so grand this time?"
"..."
"Could it be because he finally let go of worldly possessions and stopped cultivating?"
Yuwen Ye said, "Perhaps."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage swayed and came to a stop.
Their carriage was still some distance from the gate, but they had to get off there. As Yuwen Ye and Shang Ruyi stepped down, Yuwen Qian also got off the carriage and stood at the gate, looking up with a look of almost bewilderment on his handsome face as he gazed at the gate.
Another gust of wind blew through his clothes.
With flowing robes and an ethereal grace, even the most ethereal white clouds, which had been drifting in the world, finally settled down on earth at this moment.
Just then, a voice trembled with excitement came from the side—
"Young Master!"
Yuwen Ye slowly lowered his head and saw Aunt Hui walk up, her eyes red. She was wearing a gorgeous dress that she usually couldn't bear to part with, and even had a head full of pearl and jade jewelry, making her look dignified and solemn. At this moment, she was so excited that she couldn't speak, saying, "You, finally, are completely back..."
Finally, completely...
These words left Yuwen Qian looking bewildered once again.
He looked up at the gate again, then smiled and said to Aunt Hui, "Aunt Hui, I'm back."
"Um!"
Aunt Hui nodded heavily, but then looked back again. The gatekeeper waiting at the door immediately called out loudly into the mansion, "Young Master, return to the mansion!"
At this shout, two servants who were already prepared immediately ran out, picked up long bamboo poles, and lit the two lanterns at the gate. Instantly, light poured down like a large net, illuminating everything in front of them in an instant.
It also illuminated the open courtyard inside the gate.
As the lights came on, the servant inside the gate called out, "Young Master, return to the manor!"
Their shouts were like an invisible wind, blowing past the lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor, causing the lanterns to sway and light up; then, in the main hall, inside the second gate, in every courtyard, everyone who heard "The Prince is returning to the mansion" also shouted "The Prince is returning to the mansion" at the same time, their voices like a surging tide, and the lanterns throughout the mansion lit up, as if they were lit by the words "Prince".
In an instant, the entire Duke's mansion was like a lotus flower suddenly blooming in the darkness, dazzling and radiant.
The bright lights also illuminated Yuwen Qian's face.
Just as he was somewhat shocked and surprised, and before he could react, all the servants stepped forward and bowed to him in unison, saying, "Welcome back to the manor, Your Highness!"
"..."
This time, Yuwen Qian remained silent.
He simply opened his eyes wide, his transparent, bluish-gray pupils illuminated by countless lights, and for the first time, a look of almost solemnity appeared in them. The figures of these people, along with the light, merged into those eyes.
At this moment, besides his footsteps, his eyes were finally tainted by the world.
He remained silent for a long time, then his lips, which had always maintained a slight upward curve, pursed again, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He said softly, "Aunt Hui, this is too much."
Aunt Hui was about to say something.
Before she could finish speaking, a tall figure walked up. It was Yuwen Yuan. He looked up at the brightly lit Duke's mansion. Because the lights were so bright, it was impossible to tell what he was looking at.
Yuwen Qian said, "Father, these—"
"It doesn't matter,"
Before he could finish speaking, Yuwen Yuan chuckled and waved his hand, then looked at him and said, "You haven't been back for so many years—now that you've finally, finally, fully returned, it's time for some ceremony. But I don't think this is anything special."
"Father……"
"Qian'er, as long as you are willing to put down the Buddhist scriptures, what in this world is there that you cannot obtain?"
"..."
These words were like another hurricane.
Even the two large lanterns under the eaves flickered for a moment, and the candlelight reflected in the eyes of everyone present, revealing different expressions and different shades of light.
Yuwen Qian remained silent for a moment before finally saying, "Thank you, Father."
After they finished speaking, Aunt Hui turned her head and looked at Yuwen Ye and Shang Ruyi, who had been standing silently to the side.
Her face still wore a warm and solicitous smile as she walked over and bent down, saying, "Second Young Master, Young Madam, you're finally back. I was worried about you all day."
Yuwen Ye looked at her calmly and said, "Thank you for your concern, Aunt Hui."
"I wouldn't dare."
Listening to their words and looking at the brightly lit Yuwen Mansion, Shang Ruyi finally understood why Aunt Hui still made such a grand return to the Yuwen Mansion when Yuwen Qian had already returned before. It wasn't just because he had finally put down the Buddhist scriptures and his cultivation and officially returned to the Yuwen family.
It was because Yuwen Ye wasn't there last time.
She wanted everyone to see that the bright lights of the Duke's mansion were lit by the "Heir Apparent," not the Second Young Master.
"Let's go, let's go inside, let's go home!"
At this moment, Yuwen Yuan looked at his eldest son, then back at his second son and daughter-in-law, his face full of satisfaction. It was as if a lifetime of conquests and countless victories could not compare to the joy and contentment he felt at this moment. With a wave of his hand, he led everyone happily into the mansion.
Back at the mansion, it was just approaching dusk.
However, everyone had been preparing for this Dharma assembly for a long time and had spent a lot of energy, so they all seemed a bit tired. Although Aunt Hui had already prepared a family banquet at home, she still asked everyone to go back to their rooms first and prepared hot water for everyone to wash and bathe. They would reunite after resting for a while.
So, Shang Ruyi followed Yuwen Ye back to their room.
Both of them were exhausted.
This time, however, Yuwen Ye did not rush to take a bath. Instead, he let her go first, while he sat by the low table in the room, deep in thought. When Shang Ruyi finished bathing and returned with her wet hair, he not only did not change his posture, but even the seriousness in his eyes did not change at all.
Shang Ruyi walked to his side and sat down gently.
He felt a warm, fragrant scent waft towards him, which softened his breath. Yuwen Ye looked down and saw Shang Ruyi sitting beside him, leaning against him, her bright eyes looking at him.
Yuwen Ye asked, "What's wrong?"
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