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It was the 21st day of the first lunar month, and the weather was exceptionally cold, but the cold did not stop them from returning home.

There was a small town forty miles away from Qingshan Villa, but they did not choose to stay there any longer.

The feeling of being home was so intense that everyone was eager to return. No one wanted to rest for another night, so they continued on their journey at full speed. The guards also held torches to light the way for them all night long. The sound of horses' hooves was particularly clear in the silent night sky.

"Look, there looks like a fire out front. Is that our village?" Hearing the clamor of guards ahead, Tang Shuang peeked out from behind the carriage curtain and peered carefully for a moment. Her eyes widened, a hint of panic on her face, and her voice trembled as she suddenly cried out in surprise. Her small hands clutched the curtain tightly, seeming a little frightened.

"Don't talk nonsense." Hearing Tang Shuang talking nonsense again, Chun Tao couldn't help but slap her. Although the slap was not heavy, it still made Tang Shuang's face red.

However, Tang Shuang didn't seem to feel any pain at all. She rubbed her face and didn't blame Chun Tao. She continued to stick her head out, her eyes fixed on the fire in front of her, as if she wanted to confirm something.

After a while, Ah Qi's voice came from outside. His voice was steady and powerful, "Miss, we're only about two miles away. I think Big Brother has had people light bonfires at the training ground halfway up the mountain. There are three bonfires, and the flames are so high. He must be trying to show us the way!"

There was a hint of relief in his voice, and he seemed happy about being home soon.

"Hurry up, give me a horse." Jing Chunxi immediately became excited when she heard this. The carriage was still moving, but she couldn't wait any longer. She quickly lifted the curtain at the back and jumped out lightly.

July and September outside quickly reached out their hands, wanting to help her, but Jing Chunxi was so steady in her horse stance that they were of no help at all. Jing Chunxi's face was filled with anxiety, her eyes filled with longing for home.

"Miss, take my horse. I'm with July." Knowing that the young lady was anxious to return, September immediately handed over her reins, looking even more anxious than Jing Chunxi. The young lady was only a few years old, with a mother and a younger brother at home, so naturally she was eager to return. How could she not understand?

Jing Chunxi took the reins and immediately jumped onto the horse. Her movements were clean and neat, showing her daily proficiency in horsemanship. Xiao Man had already run from the carriage behind to Ah Qi without her noticing.

He raised his head and said loudly, "Uncle Qi, hurry up and give me a hand." His voice was full of eagerness and his eyes were full of longing for home. Naturally, he wanted to keep up with the young lady.

Two horses and three people galloped forward, the sound of horses' hooves seemed particularly urgent in the night sky. Qiyue and Jiuyue followed closely behind, wanting to protect the young lady and return to Qingshan Villa as soon as possible.

Tang Shuang looked at Jing Chunxi and Xiao Man leaving with a sad face. Her hands tightly grasped the carriage curtain, and her voice was filled with grievance: "I will study martial arts seriously when I go back, and ask the lady to give me a horse."

Chuntao looked at Tang Shuang's expression, feeling both amused and embarrassed. She thought Tang Shuang was just being childish. She patted Tang Shuang's shoulder gently and said soothingly, "It's not that long. We'll be home in a cup of tea at most."

Frosting was not comforted at all. She retreated to the front of the carriage and kept looking in the direction of the blazing bonfire, her heart full of anticipation.

Her eyes sparkled, as if she had already seen the appearance of Qingshan Villa. She whispered to herself, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."

Fortunately, the guard driving the carriage couldn't hear it, otherwise he would be so anxious that he couldn't even pull the reins steadily.