I traveled back to ancient times, but I was able to lie down and relax.

Whether the feng shui was good or not, Liu Nanjia didn't know; her heart was already racing.

She only looked away when she could no longer see the back of Song Chen's head.

They had to wait for Prince Ning to finish his audience with the emperor before they could return. Even if they didn't enter the palace, they still had to wait for arrangements to be made for them.

Liu Nanjia didn't know when Song Chen would leave, and guessed that he didn't know her address here.

He then asked Deng Lin to wait nearby and told him his home address.

Ideally, we should bring the person back.

Originally, Liu Nanjia thought he wouldn't be back soon, but not long after he got home, he heard a noise at the door.

Song Chen arrived so quickly!

Liu Nanjia hurriedly went out and bumped into Song Chen, who was walking in quickly.

The next moment, the two embraced tightly.

Although this separation wasn't as long as the last one, it was still much harder for Liu Nanjia to endure.

Liu Nanjia had seen people on the street earlier and still felt somewhat dazed after returning home, but now she finally felt at ease.

Song Chen is really back, completely safe and sound.

After a long while, Liu Nanjia finally lifted her head from Song Chen's embrace and immediately saw two pairs of big, bright eyes.

Liu Sirou: "Hehe."

Qin Shu: "Hehe."

The two girls were looking at it themselves while trying to cover each other's eyes.

Further away, Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu's family, along with Deng Lin and Deng Yan who were chasing after them, were all secretly watching.

Liu Nanjia inexplicably saw a familiar yet eerie smile on their faces.

It has the feel of shipping a couple.

She immediately felt embarrassed and buried her head in Song Chen's arms again.

Song Chen was quite generous, greeting everyone and even glancing at Deng Lin and Deng Yan with a veiled warning before taking Liu Nanjia inside.

"How did you get back so quickly? Did you already know I was here?"

Song Chen shook his head: "I didn't realize you were in the capital until I saw you on the street just now. I was thinking of asking my uncle for permission to go back and find you as soon as possible."

"How could that be? I wrote you a letter." Liu Nanjia asked in confusion, "I understand that communication is not allowed during wartime, but why didn't you receive it after it ended?"

Speaking of this, Song Chen's tone carried a hint of resentment: "I guess I annoyed my uncle, he did it on purpose."

"How to say?"

“As soon as we won the battle, I kept pestering him to come back as soon as possible. Didn’t he trust me? He wouldn’t leak any secrets.”

He saw Liu Nanjia looking at him disapprovingly.

Song Chen sighed, "Okay, it's really not suitable."

"So he deliberately kept it from me until now. If I hadn't spotted you just now, he might have already run to Linchuan."

As he spoke, he proudly waved the purse that Liu Nanjia had tossed to him.

That was something Liu Nanjia did when she was free, to keep herself from overthinking, so she did embroidery.

I ruined several of them before I finally made this one that looked decent. I finished it just a few days ago, and since I was still excited about it, I've been carrying it with me.

I impulsively threw it away today.

Song Chen held it very carefully, looked at it for a while, and then asked, "But what are those embroidered on it? Sesame dots?"

"Those are stars!" Liu Nanjia exclaimed, her temper flaring.

She felt she couldn't embroider the intricate patterns, but the character "Chen" in Song Chen's name reminded her of stars.

"Here, here, here, put them together, isn't that the Big Dipper? The others are just the surrounding stars!"

Song Chen examined it carefully for a long time and said, "The Big Dipper is quite well hidden."

"Don't give it back to me!" Liu Nanjia was so angry she wanted to hit him.

"Yes, yes, yes! Who said I don't want it? This is the first thing you made for me by hand. I want to carry it with me every day."

Liu Nanjia then let him go.

"What are you going to do next? What are Prince Ning's plans for you? By the way, I heard that the Emperor is quite petty, isn't he? Why did he send you back with such a big fuss?"

Mentioning that person, Song Chen immediately showed a look of disgust. "That person is indeed petty and loves to put on a show. He tried to keep it a secret, but it couldn't stop people from spreading the word. It's impossible for the common people not to know that my uncle won the battle."

"So, he simply let you enter the city in style, just to show his magnanimity?"

"That's right. There's a reason why I was able to get here so quickly. He said that we've worked hard and there's no need for us to wait outside the palace. We can all go and rest, and he'll reward us at the court assembly in a few days."

"Well, that counts as doing a good deed," Liu Nanjia tried to comfort him.

"What good news?" Song Chen scoffed. "If my uncle hadn't gone to the palace and handed over the tiger tally immediately, would his attitude have been so good?"

Seeing Liu Nanjia's worried expression, she softened her tone: "Don't worry, your uncle has made arrangements. He knows better than us what kind of person His Majesty is."

When Liu Yanxi returned from his shift that evening, he was delighted to see Song Chen.

For the two of them, it had been almost four years since they last met.

After dinner, Song Chen said goodbye to the two of them: "I should go now. There are too many people and too much attention in the capital. I should go back to my accommodation."

Little did Liu Nanjia know that Song Chen, whom she thought had already left, was currently in the study with Liu Yanxi.