Looking at the plaque with the words "Southern Xinjiang Palace" inscribed on it, Fan Qingyi suddenly felt a little hesitant.
After Qin Zhou ordered someone to report, he took Murong Jin's hand and prepared to go in, only to find that he was standing there motionless.
They came here at a gallop on horseback, and the main force will not arrive until tomorrow.
"What's wrong?" Qin Zhou walked up to him and asked.
A pair of tender little hands held Fan Qingyi's fist. Fan Qingyi looked down and saw Murong Jin smiling and saying to him, "Uncle, let's go in."
"Okay." Fan Qingyi responded softly and let go of his hand.
Murong Jin held Qin Zhou in one hand and Fan Qingyi in the other, and ran into the yard, shouting, "Daddy and Mommy, we are back."
Murong Jie was teaching Tian'en how to write in the study. When he heard the servant's report, he didn't even care about his daughter and rushed out of the study.
Because Zi'an is planting flowers in the yard!
As a result, he almost bumped into the butler who came to report, and heard the butler say that there were new guests and the princess invited them to the main hall for tea.
He hurried to the main hall and saw Zi'an chatting with Qin Zhou, who was dressed in women's clothes, with a smile on his face. There was also a strange man sitting next to Qin Zhou, staring nervously at the ring in Zi'an's hand.
It seems they haven't said it yet.
Murong Jie coughed lightly, greeted Qin Zhou, walked over and sat down next to Zi'an.
Fan Qingyi knew that he was Murong Jie, so he stood up and saluted him.
Unexpectedly, Murong Jie pretended not to see him and turned around to talk to Zi'an.
Zi'an didn't know what he meant, but there was no reason to let the guest stand, especially since this person had a good relationship with Qin Zhou.
"Mr. Fan, right? Please sit down." Zi'an glared at Murong Jie, turned around and asked Fan Qingyi to sit down.
Fan Qingyi was surprised and wanted to reply, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he was so excited that he couldn't speak, so he could only sit down.
"Mr. Fan, I wonder if we have met before, but I feel like you look familiar." Xia Zian thought for a moment and suddenly said with a smile.
Fan Qingyi stood up excitedly, but then he remembered that Zi'an had been frightened, and he didn't know whether he could talk directly about modern events, so he looked at Qin Zhou hesitantly.
Unexpectedly, Fan Qingyi would also feel so helpless. Qin Zhou smiled and pushed him: "Just say it directly."
She had just confirmed that Zi'an's mental state was better than his.
"My last name is Fan Qingyi, and I'm from Guangshi. I have a younger sister," Fan Qingyi's eyes quickly turned red. He paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "When she was 3 years old, she was taken away by human traffickers. My whole family searched for her for 25 years, and it was not until she died in the line of duty that we discovered that she had been working for me. I had passed by her countless times, and we even had several meetings together, but I never noticed."
When Xia Zian heard half of it, tears welled up in his eyes.
Murong Jie held her hand to comfort her, but she pushed him away.
She stood up and stared at Fan Qingyi without daring to blink.
"I was despairing when I received the notification that my sister had died. I didn't dare tell our parents because they have spent twenty-five years and still haven't gotten over the grief of my sister's disappearance. I'm sorry, I concealed all news about my sister, held her funeral in the name of a colleague, and took my parents there in the name of a colleague. I'm sorry, I'm not a good brother." Fan Qingyi said, and slapped himself hard in the face.
"What happened next?" Zi'an walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and asked in a choked voice.
"Later, I was crazy about wanting to know everything about you. I took a leave and looked for everyone who knew you. Later, I met a doctor named Yang, who told me that you were not dead, but went to a place I had never heard of. Although it didn't sound very credible, I believed it, so I came." Fan Qingyi wanted to speak more lightly, but for some reason his vision became more and more blurred.
He was really going crazy during that period, frantically collecting all the relevant information about Zi'an, just wanting to know more about her.
He knew her favorite food, her favorite clothes, everything she liked.
He also got all the existing photos of her from childhood to adulthood, but it could not alleviate his pain even a little.
Zi'an hugged his hands tightly and burst into tears.
"I wanted to take you home, but I think I'm too late. You're already married and have children. I'm sorry that every time you suffered, my parents and I weren't by your side," Fan Qingyi smiled through his tears. He gently wiped away her tears and asked carefully, "I just don't know if you are willing to recognize us."
"Recognize it, how can I not recognize it?" Xia Zian finally couldn't help it and hugged him and burst into tears.
Xia Zian cried for most of the hour, and Murong Jie and Qin Zhou sat on the steps at the door and waited for most of the hour.
Murong Jie was fine. Qin Zhou only understood half of what he said, but he could guess the content. The only thing he couldn't figure out was, isn't Zi'an Yuan's biological son
Zi'an's eyes were still red and swollen until dinner time, but Fan Qingyi's were not much better.
Murong Jie watched Xia Zian constantly picking up food for Fan Qingyi until his bowl was full. He finally put down his chopsticks in anger and said, "His bowl is full."
"Yes, hey, Mammy, quickly bring another bowl for my brother." Xia Zian nodded, turned around and ordered. Then he smiled sweetly at Fan Qingyi: "Brother, these are specially prepared for you, please eat quickly."
"Yeah!" Fan Qingyi was very excited.
Murong Jie was so angry that he couldn't eat, while Qin Zhou and Murong, the two siblings who had been ignored for a long time, said that they felt nothing in their hearts.
The most hateful thing was that when he returned to his room after taking a bath at night and was about to hug his young wife to comfort himself, he was told by the servant guarding the room that Zi'an had invited Fan Qingyi to the yard to chat and asked him to rest early alone.
How hateful! How hateful!
He was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he could only put on his coat and go next to them to feed the mosquitoes.
Just like that, a month later, the disgraced King of Southern Xinjiang finally heard the news that his brother-in-law was returning home.
He was so excited that when he turned around, he saw Qin Zhou was still in the mansion.
Watching Zi'an and Fan Qingyi say goodbye in tears, Murong Jie glared at Qin Zhou beside him and asked fiercely, "Your sweetheart is leaving, why aren't you leaving yet?"
"Qing Yi said that in a week, or seven days at most, he will bring their parents here, and asked me to stay in the palace and wait for him." Qin Zhou smiled slightly. She had already handed over her government affairs to her trusted ministers.
"… "
Seven days!
Dad and Mom!
Murong Jie finally recalled one night when he was stabbing his brother-in-law in the heart, Zi'an seemed to have mentioned this matter to him.
"Just wait! The Qin Dynasty is going to perish!" Murong Jie said viciously to Qin Zhou, then stepped forward to forcibly say goodbye to his brother-in-law, pulled Zi'an into the house, and ordered people to lock the door.
Poor him, he only has seven days left to be alone with his wife, so he has to race against time.
Fan Qingyi watched him pulling Zi'an away without knowing what was going on. He waved to Zi'an who kept looking back and said with a smile, "Sister, wait for me."
"What about me?" Qin Zhou raised his delicate chin and asked with some dissatisfaction.
Although she could understand the feelings of the siblings who finally reunited, she could understand Murong Jie's resentment even more because she had also been a light bulb for a month.
Hearing this, Fan Qingyi raised his lips, with a hint of evil in his smile, and put his arm around her waist, saying softly, "I've changed my mind. Can seven days be enough? I want to take you home."
— (End of Qin Zhou’s transmission)
(End of this chapter)