But things are no longer the same as when they went down to Yangzhou.
Both Xie Jue and Xie Xun had left, and Jiaozhou needed her to hold it together. The tenuous foothold they had established across the Twelve Prefectures relied on Xie Xun's reputation in Yangzhou, but the pandemic in Jiaozhou had yet to subside—it still required management. Xie Jue couldn't rest easy handing everything over to Xue Yu.
"Second Young Master, take care along the road!"
"I will!"
Fengyu embraced Xie Xun. "You too!"
Last night, Fengyu stayed up late writing letters. She and Xie Jue spent the night devising strategies for their arrival in the Capital City, leaving no time for a proper farewell. Now, as the moment of departure loomed, it stirred a deep ache of reluctance in Xie Xun's heart.
