Zhao Xing's urgent shout pierced the autumn chill, "General, they've arrived! A letter from home in the capital has arrived!"
Fukang'an, who was sitting upright, put down the covered bowl in his hand, strode out to meet Zhao Xing, snatched the family letter from his hand, and hurriedly opened it.
Fukang'an's joy grew stronger, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he laughed heartily a few times.
"Haha... Good, good, good..."
He Longwu and E'lan were stunned by Fukang'an's outburst. Zhao Xing bowed to the two of them and said, "My wife gave birth to Young Master Dexuan and Miss Yunwan at the same time!"
Upon hearing this, He Longwu immediately clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Your subordinate congratulates General Fucha!"
Although E'lan was taken aback for a moment, she immediately put on a smile, "No wonder Brother Kang loves her so much!"
The guards inside and outside the courtyard all knelt down, saying, "Congratulations, General, on the birth of your son! Congratulations, General, on the birth of your daughter!"
The autumn air was crisp and clear, and the congratulatory shouts of dozens of soldiers soared into the sky, lingering in the azure expanse. Even late into the night, Fukang'an showed no signs of fatigue, repeatedly reading the letter Yan Ning had personally written home.
Since he arrived in Jilin, Yan Ning has been sending letters almost every few days. From her initial clumsy and illegible handwriting, several months have passed, and Yan Ning's handwriting now possesses the suppleness of the Liu style.
It is believed that Yan Ning has given birth a month ago. After giving birth, she needs to recuperate and cannot get up to write letters home. So why have Butler Luo and the old lady not sent him any letters yet?
Staring at the line "Hoping for your early return" on Yan Ning's letter, Fu Kang'an's mind became chaotic. Although Yongyan's matter did not implicate the Fucha family, Fu Kang'an had always only sought to protect himself and rarely participated in the Fucha family's affairs. However, Fu Chang'an was in cahoots with Heshen, and if he were to take action, Heshen would inevitably get involved.
Whether Heshen stepped in to help or Yongyan took the blame alone, it was a blow to his dignity.
Fukang'an, still seething with anger, opened the door, trying to calm himself down. The late autumn in Jilin was comparable to winter in Beijing; he was only wearing a nightgown, and the cold wind whipped at his face, clearing his jumbled thoughts.
Zhao Xing, who was waiting outside, saw that Fukang'an's face was even whiter than his nightgown because of the cold wind. He immediately went into the house to get a shawl and put it on Fukang'an.
Fukang'an noticed Zhao Xing's hesitant expression, took the protective shield from his hand, and said in a deep voice, "What are you hiding from me!"
Zhao Xing immediately knelt down, clutching the cloth. The cold stone slab made him frown. "That letter from Madam was sent from Lord He's residence!"
Fukang'an's eyes sharpened immediately. He looked into the boundless night, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles making a chilling cracking sound in the desolate night.
The following day, an urgent military situation arose in Ningxia, disrupting the plans of He Longwu and Tong Elan to stay in Jilin for a few more days. The two hastily bid farewell to Fukang'an and rushed back to Ningxia.
Fukang'an stood before the vermilion gates of the government office, dressed in a long, jet-black robe. His entire being exuded a somber and cold aura, which made his face, which resembled snow-capped mountains and jade, appear even more aloof and handsome.
He Longwu helped E Lan onto the carriage, and then jumped onto the carriage himself.
Zhao Xing, as ordered, brought Fukang'an's horse and handed it to him. Upon hearing this, He Longwu lifted the carriage curtain and nodded to Fukang'an, who was pulling on the reins, saying, "General Fucha, please don't stand on ceremony! Let's go!"
After receiving the order, the coachman waved the reins, and the carriage gradually left the long street in front of the Jilin General's Mansion.
After the carriage drove out of the city gate, the rapid sound of hooves and neighing horses could be heard. E'lan lifted the curtain and looked at Fukang'an, who was walking alongside the carriage and insisting on seeing them off, with a puzzled expression. "When did Brother Kang become so polite to E'lan?"
With a somber expression, Fukang'an nodded slightly to the two men, then raised his whip, urging the horse forward. He Longwu glanced at E'lan with a smile, "In the General's heart, Lady Fucha is truly unparalleled!"
The involvement of the Fucha family, the Eighth Prince's mansion, and the He family in the capital was all due to Yan Ning's slightest loss, which caused Fukang'an's mental turmoil. This was probably the reason why Yongyan was willing to confine himself. He Longwu smiled faintly, saying that he simply couldn't help himself. Even knowing it was a trap, the intelligent and wise Fukang'an was willing to jump in.
E'lan still stared in astonishment at Fukang'an's departing figure, which gradually disappeared into the autumn colors as he spurred his horse.
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