On the official road, inside the carriage, Ye Jiu extended her small hand, lifting the curtain beside the carriage, her gaze fixed tightly on the small mountain village where she had lived for over ten years, and on those clansmen who, regardless of the past, had all come to see her off at this moment. A sudden sense of melancholy arose within her.
This farewell, who knows which year and month it will be when she returns again.
Two days later, Sikong Mo came down from the battlefield, his eyes as cold as ice, but suddenly, for some reason, they became as warm as spring water.
While taking off his blood-stained armor, Sikong Mo ordered, "Si Nan, prepare a fast horse. I must hurry to Shuangxi Town."
Si Nan replied helplessly, "Master, the news already came yesterday that Miss Ye has been conferred the title of Princess Changfu and given the fief of Jingyang. She followed Prince Jing to the capital two days ago."
