"Bai Wei, don't be rude. Wait outside the courtyard," Xuanyuan Xi glared at Bai Wei.
Bai Wei said nothing more and obediently stood outside the door.
After Xuanyuan Xi went inside, she chatted with the young monk nearby, "Little master, is your Grand Master always like this?"
"The Grand Master's calculations are divine and marvelous, how could someone like you understand?"
Bai Wei retorted, "You think becoming a monk means you'll achieve enlightenment? What do you mean 'someone like me'? What's wrong with being an ordinary person?"
"I won't argue with a woman like you."
Bai Wei sighed, not wanting to continue the debate. This temple was truly boring.
Every day was nothing but eating and sleeping. She wondered when they could return to Shengjing.
Inside the room, Xuanyuan Xi sat opposite Master Guang'an.
"Has the patron come today about the matters at the front?" Master Guang'an asked.
Xuanyuan Xi replied, "Indeed, and I also have some personal matters I'd like your guidance on."
"General Qin is brave and skilled in battle. This time he will surely turn danger into safety. The patron need not worry."
Hearing Master Guang'an say this, Xuanyuan Xi's anxious heart was put at ease.
The previous few times, everything the master had said came true. This time should be no exception.
"May I ask if the patron has any other concerns?" Master Guang'an inquired.
Xuanyuan Xi said, "My son has met a girl by chance, but she's not from our kingdom. I'm a bit worried about their future and would like your insight."
"If it's a chance encounter, then it's fated. Why worry, patron? Just wait for the right time."
With just a few words, Master Guang'an dispelled the doubts in her heart.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I'm deeply grateful."
Although Chuan had said before that he had a way to meet her and could bring her over, she had always been worried about their situation.
Coming to see Master Guang'an today was just to seek some peace of mind.
"Patron has been in the temple for several months now. Has your health improved?"
Although Xuanyuan Xi didn't know why Master Guang'an suddenly asked about her health, she answered truthfully.
"The mountain air is pure. I've fully recovered now. Thank you for your concern, Master."
"If that's the case, the patron should return at the end of next month!"
"..." She had often stayed here before, why was she being sent away after just a few months now?
"Don't misunderstand, patron. By the end of next month, Shengjing will have clear skies and gentle breezes. Someone will visit your mansion. This old monk needs to rest now. Please take your leave."
Xuanyuan Xi left in confusion. It was already the end of March, who would be visiting her mansion next month?
Seeing Xuanyuan Xi come out, Bai Wei hurried to follow, "Princess, what did you discuss with the Master?"
"Nothing much, just asked about some of Chuan's affairs."
"The Master must have said that the General will return victorious this time too!"
It was always the same rhetoric, and only the princess would believe it. Winning battles didn't depend on his casual words here.
Xuanyuan Xi glanced at Bai Wei, "You little girl, are you bored staying here?"
"A bit. Princess, when can we return to Shengjing?"
Xuanyuan Xi replied, "At the end of next month. It won't be long now."
At the border, after more than a month, the Tianqi army successfully captured the first line of defense in the south, Nanwu City.
Nanwu City was easy to defend but difficult to attack, making the siege extremely challenging.
Although they ultimately succeeded in capturing it, the casualties were heavy.
"General, where there is war, there must be sacrifice. Your decision was not wrong in any way," Na Muqi stood beside Qin Yuchuan as they faced the soldiers receiving treatment.
Qin Yuchuan said, "Let them rest well for the next few days and regain their strength. I'm returning to the tent first."
While comforting Qin Yuchuan, Na Muqi was also trying to comfort himself.
His own heart wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface.
This was just the first battle, and the casualties had already exceeded ten thousand. Even his close friend, who had been by his side day and night, had fallen here.
The oppressive atmosphere in the army dampened the joy of victory.
Back in his tent, Qin Yuchuan's mood was not much better.
Listening to the wind outside, he suddenly thought of Feng Qingyi.
These days, let alone video calls or voice messages, he hadn't even had time to reply to her messages.
She still sent him messages every day without fail. Looking at these messages, he suddenly missed her terribly.
With these few days of ceasefire, he had time to see her. At this hour, she should be at home. He couldn't wait any longer.
Arriving in the living room of the villa, Qin Yuchuan looked at the pitch-black room, fumbling to find the light switch.
It was already nine in the evening, she should be upstairs.
But after searching all the rooms, he couldn't find any trace of her.
Back in the living room, Qin Yuchuan sent Feng Qingyi two messages but received no reply.
Where could she have gone so late at night? Could she be in danger?
After waiting in the living room for nearly half an hour, Qin Yuchuan heard movement at the door, seemingly her voice chatting with another man.
Qin Yuchuan couldn't sit still anymore. Just as he reached the door, it opened.
Feng Qingyi, carrying two large bags, looked at Qin Yuchuan in surprise, "How did you get here?"
Qin Yuchuan looked at the man outside the door. Although he could only see his back, he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.
Taking the bags from Feng Qingyi's hands, he asked, "Qingyi, who just sent you back?"
"Just a friend I met at the supermarket."
Qin Yuchuan continued to ask, "What's his name?"
"...Why are you so interested in him? You haven't told me why you had time to come see me today."
She had just met Song Jingyuan at the supermarket, and he probably saw that she was carrying too much and offered to drop her off.
"Answer my question."
Qin Yuchuan's tone wasn't harsh, but it made Feng Qingyi feel a bit scared.
"...His name is Song Jingyuan."
Qin Yuchuan's memory was always excellent, and he immediately recalled the love letter written to Feng Qingyi.
"Is he the one who wrote you the love letter?" Qin Yuchuan's tone was a bit cold.
Feng Qingyi followed behind him, explaining, "I've already cleared things up with him. Today he just saw that I was carrying too much and helped me with some of it."
"Mm." After placing the two big bags on the large coffee table in the living room, Qin Yuchuan sat down on the sofa.
Feng Qingyi carefully sat down next to him, "Are you angry?"
"No." Qin Yuchuan embraced Feng Qingyi, burying his head in her shoulder.
She was always such a dazzling girl; it was only natural that she had some admirers.
He didn't even have time to stay by her side, so what right did he have to be angry?
Feng Qingyi was somewhat bewildered by his sudden action.
What was wrong with him? Could it be that the war wasn't going well?
Feng Qingyi's hand stroked his back, silently comforting him.
She didn't know what to say to him, but hoped this gesture could give him some strength.
The embrace lasted for a long time. After Qin Yuchuan released Feng Qingyi, he reverted to his usual cool demeanor.
