The incessant rain finally let up after they left Qingzhou.
Autumn was now in full swing, the sky vast and the clouds sparse.
Ye Chutang and her companions had a smooth journey along the main road back to the Capital City.
The carriage slowly rolled into the city. Ye Yunfeng glanced back and scoffed, "Those people are finally gone."
He had noticed people secretly following them for a while. At first, he was on high alert. However, he later realized they were keeping a constant, respectful distance—more like protectors than stalkers—so he didn't say anything.
Ye Chutang wasn't surprised he had noticed. After all, if he lacked even that much awareness, he would have died three years ago.
Xiao Wu, who had been sleeping in her arms, stirred at the sound. She woke up and drowsily rubbed her eyes.
When she realized she was still in the swaying carriage, a flash of anxiety filled her eyes, and she instinctively clutched Ye Chutang's sleeve.
