Su Xingqiao awkwardly coughed twice: "Ahem, it truly has been neglected."
Han Jing stood up with a smile: "Then Brother Qiao must strive hard, when we et again, perhaps we’ll need your help!"
Su Xingqiao nodded solemnly: "Alright!"
The two returned to Longyao Palace, where Xiao Xue was still eagerly picking out things. Han Jing almost suspected where she got so much energy.
"Xiao Xue, we should be heading back." Han Jing couldn’t help but interrupt her.
Xiao Xue was having a great ti; she had picked out quite a few treasures today and chosen gifts for everyone, but...
Xiao Xue looked up at Han Jing, then at Su Xingqiao: "Uncle said he would take to eat sothing, but I haven’t eaten yet. Can’t we eat before leaving?"
Han Jing... Little one, have you even digested what you ate at noon? It’s been less than two hours!
Su Xingqiao laughed: "I’ve already asked the Imperial Kitchen to prepare. I’ll have soone bring it over; you can play a little longer."
Thus, they had a al with Su Xingqiao in Longyao Palace, and only left the Imperial Palace when it was almost dark.
"Mother, I want to go back to Prince Yu Mansion and take a look. I won’t return tonight; I’ll take Xiao Xue back tomorrow morning." Having been away for several years, Han Jing still missed that place deeply, even dreaming countless tis of waking up in the small courtyard they used to reside in.
So inexplicably, she especially wanted to go back and see it.
"But I still have to go find Brother Lianwu; I brought him a gift." Xiao Xue tilted her head: "Why don’t you go back yourself, Mother? I’ll go back with grandmother and find you tomorrow."
Han Jing...
Little rascal, bringing you ho and you still have all this fuss!
Su Yaogeng chid in agreent: "If you want to go back and look, just go yourself. I’ll take Xiao Xue with ."
Han Jing nodded with resignation: "Alright then, Mother, you can just hand Xiao Xue over to Lianwu."
After sending off Su Yaogeng and Xiao Xue, Han Jing did not use a carriage and instead walked leisurely towards Prince Yu Mansion alone.
Having been away for so long, the streets of Hanjing City had little change. It was autumn now, the weather pleasant, so even after dark, the streets were bustling.
She hadn’t realized that several years had passed in a blink.
The familiar yet seemingly strange surroundings made her feel a bit dazed.
As she walked, she suddenly noticed soone stopping ahead, standing on the bridge, staring at her.
Han Jing looked up, first seeing a cassock, and when she saw the person’s face, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows slightly, thinking she had seen him sowhere before?
Who was it again?
"Han Jing, is that you?" As she was about to walk past him, the man suddenly spoke.
Han Jing paused, finally recalling who it was: "Su Xingyan?"
Su Xingyan did not expect to encounter her here, did not expect to see her again in this lifeti.
After becoming a monk, he began traveling far and wide, and his once restless heart gradually found peace. But the master said his heart was still not truly tranquil. He smiled wryly, for soone still lingered in his heart, how then could he truly be at peace?
He no longer heard any news about her; she had left the Capital City, disappearing without a trace.
The fate between him and her felt like it belonged to a past life.
In the long river of ti, so mories lie quietly as if they never existed.
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