On this side they were busy preparing the marriage between Feng Zilan and Old Kuang-uncle, and on that side the Prince of Yun had chased after them, bringing Yun Zhan along, claiming it was all for the sake of his subordinate's latter half of life.
Yang Ruxin had no intention of getting involved anymore; she just let Yun Zhan go find Yang He himself to talk it out—whether it worked or not was their own business.
Qi Jingyun was planning to stay as well.
"You're staying? What about Daxuan?" Yang Ruxin shot him a look.
"Daxuan is full of talented people; how could it still need me clinging to military power?" Qi Jingyun spread his hands. "Besides, aren't you afraid that if I keep a hold on it, I might once again develop thoughts of fighting for the heir's seat?"
"Heh-heh." Yang Ruxin let out two exaggerated laughs. "So do you?"
"Who knows." Qi Jingyun lifted his brows slightly. "But if there's good food and good wine every day, I might forget all about that."
"Get lost."
