Sure enough, when Fu Yu returned to the mansion, the first thing he did was to ask her to return to the capital.
"Wait for me at home." He stared at her quietly, his body still full of blood, the cold armor pressed against her skin, and his palms were rough.
"Okay." Xihe nodded.
The carriage was ready, and there were fifty people accompanying it, all of whom were very skilled soldiers.
"You are coming to pick me up." She raised her head, her face full of reluctance.
Fu Yu suddenly smiled, pinched her waist, and said indulgently: "Okay."
The curtains of the car were drawn, and the man's face disappeared from sight. The wheels of the car turned and slowly drove towards the city gate.
The journey back was easier and more comfortable than the journey back. Xihe didn't have to do anything. He only had to lie down in the spacious and comfortable carriage and be served by his own guards and maids.
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"Miss, we're here," the maid said respectfully.
Xihe opened his eyes and saw that the car had stopped. The maid opened the curtains and there stood Father and Mother Lin with smiling faces.
"Rou'er, you're back. Mom misses you so much." Mother Lin rushed up with her handkerchief in her hand, but was blocked by the maid Qingzhu.
She said respectfully: "Madam, the young lady is not in good health. Please go in first."
Mother Lin choked and looked at the maid. She was tall and had firm eyes. She remembered that there was no such person around her daughter, so she could only say that it was Fu Yu who had prepared it.
In other words, was it successful?
Her eyes shone with light: "Hey, okay, look at me, I'm so happy, come in quickly."
As soon as she returned to the courtyard, she couldn't wait to let the maids go down, grabbed Xihe's hand, and stared at her carefully: "But it's done?"
Xihe nodded.
The woman suddenly became excited, fearing that the maids outside would hear her. She covered her mouth and laughed so hard that her whole body trembled and walked around the room. After she was so excited, she came over and held her hand: "My son, my mother's love for you has indeed not been in vain."
Xihe:? ? ?
What does this have to do with you?
But she didn't say anything, she just wanted to rest. Mother Lin was just about to share the news with her husband. When she heard the news, she immediately asked the maid to come in and take care of her, and left happily, waving her handkerchief.
During dinner, it started to rain lightly outside.
Water drops fell on the eaves and then fell to the ground, causing ripples in circles.
Xihe was too lazy to deal with the Lin family and simply ate in his own room. She leaned lazily on the bed, her eyes blank and she didn't know where she landed.
"Miss, do you want to close the window?" Qingzhu gently squeezed her leg.
Since Qingzhu arrived, she quickly occupied the position of the second maid beside Xihe with her superb ability. The first one was naturally Xiaomei, but when she returned, the little maid was infected with the cold and was recovering from illness.
"Turn it off." Xihe nodded.
A cold wind blew in. Even though it was the New Year, it was still very cold.
Next, Xihe stayed peacefully in the Lin family. Mother Lin knew that she was determined about her future and was in a high mood. However, this matter should not be made public, but she suppressed it so much that she brought Lin Xiang to Xihe all day long to talk to her.
The saying goes, you are sisters and you should help each other.
Xihe didn't care, but Lin Xiangke was furious. She felt resentful in her heart. She felt that Xihe not only took away the bright future that belonged to her, but also took away the attention of her father and mother.
She hated Xihe so much. I don't want to give her a good look.
Xihe was annoyed by it, so he simply closed the door and read and embroidered alone in the yard.
"Miss, your letter." Qingzhu walked in.
Xihe raised her head from the book, and the warm sunshine hit her face, elegant and soft.
