"Brother...I am the daughter of the Chen family."

Li Zhongqian was stunned for a moment, then he rubbed her hair with a smile: "I already knew it, Mingyuenu, brother doesn't care, you will always be my sister."

When he learned about Yaoying's life experience, he sat there for a whole day. He did not feel angry. Her biological parents died in the war, and her blood relationship with her was distant. The grievances of the previous generation would not affect their relationship as siblings. Apart from feeling sad, he was more happy for Yaoying.

She is not Li De's daughter. If her biological parents were still alive, they would definitely love her very much.

"If you want to pay respect to your parents, let Tanmarajiva accompany you." Li Zhongqian smiled. "Even though they didn't give birth to you, you should still pay respect to them. Du Sinan wrote that they thought you died in the war and built a cenotaph for you, but it's a pity that you have no chance to be there."

Yao Ying hummed and held Li Zhongqian's arm.

"Brother, let's go back to Jingnan to pay respect to our uncle and his family."

Li Zhongqian raised the corner of his mouth and nodded.

Walking down the long steps, a horse-drawn carriage escorted by the emperor's personal guards drove over. Yao Ying boarded the carriage, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep with her eyes closed, as if her whole body was falling apart.

The carriage swayed as it went down the bumpy mountain road. Dim lights streamed into the carriage from the curtains. There were chaotic footsteps. Li Xuanzhen had mobilized a lot of men and horses tonight, and everywhere was a mess.

Yaoying suddenly woke up, and jerked open the car curtain, meeting a pair of calm green eyes.

She smiled, her tiredness disappeared, and she leaned against the car window: "Luo Jia, I knew you would stay with me."

Just like in Gaochang.

"You've been following me, haven't you? Were you the one who shot the arrows in the palace?"

Tanmaraka looked calm, not at all like a wolf that had been caught in its true form. He nodded, frowning slightly, and said, "Go to sleep."

Yao Ying reached out to touch his sleeve and said, "Come in and keep me company."

Tanmaraka said nothing, pulled the reins, dismounted, got on the carriage, and his personal soldiers took his horse away.

Yaoying was afraid of missing the opportunity, so she kept going. She hadn't seen Tanmarajiva for several days. She knew he must be following her. Every time she blew the whistle, she could feel he was beside her. Knowing he was by her side, she felt at ease doing anything.

She let him sit back and sat on his lap, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the side of his cheek.

"Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't let anyone from the royal court enter the capital?"

They returned to the Central Plains together and parted on the outskirts of the city a few days ago. She went ahead with her light cavalry, and Tanmarajika promised to wait for her outside the city. If anything unexpected happened to her and Li Zhongqian, he would show up.

Tanmarajika lowered his head, clenched his arms, and kissed the top of Yaoying's head.

"I am Princess Wen Zhao's lover," he whispered.

Since he is her lover, he must follow her closely when she returns to Beijing.

Yaoying chuckled and smelled the familiar scent on him. She felt at peace and comfort in her heart. Fatigue came over her again and she fell asleep.

Tanmarajiva kissed her hair gently.

Tomorrow, he can show up.

She had once left Chang'an sadly amid the tears of the people. This time, he came to the Wei Dynasty in person to ask for marriage, to take her away, and to let laughter replace her painful memories.

They walked side by side on the long road of life, and she stayed with him till old age, spending their lives together.