Ye Jiu turned her head and looked out through the window, only to see a line of people riding tall horses, wearing shiny silver armor, coming from afar.
The person leading at the forefront, his familiar eyebrows, and slightly unfamiliar aura were all displayed before Ye Jiu's eyes.
Suddenly, a delicate voice came from the compartment next to Ye Jiu, "Wow, the War King looks so handsome, the War King… War King…"
With that, a sachet was thrown down in front of Ye Jiu's eyes from the neighboring compartment, aimed directly at Sikong Mo, who had already reached below.
Pitifully, when the sachet was halfway there, before it successfully hit the targeted person, it was struck by a powerful palm that created a gust of wind, causing the entire sachet to explode, releasing a puff of purple smoke.
Yet due to the gust of wind, Sikong Mo's surroundings remained clean, without a trace of the sachet's residue.
The fragrant scent scattered into the air, making one's nose itch.
At the same time, Sikong Mo looked up, catching sight of Ye Jiu next door to the sachet's owner, and his heart instantly filled with joy.
However, the fragrant smoke lingering in the air blurred his vision slightly, and in that haze, he saw the expression on Ye Jiu's face, which was so indifferent!
Sikong Mo's heart tensed immediately, yearning to abandon his horse and hold her tightly in his arms, comforting the longing he'd felt all this time.
Unfortunately, it was now on the main street, under the public gaze, and even with his power, he couldn't act rashly and tarnish her reputation.
So, even though Ye Jiu's cold expression shocked him, he could only endure it, restraining his desire to approach her.
Seeing Sikong Mo's gaze turn towards her, Ye Jiu quickly turned away, distancing herself from the window.
She sat back down at the table and drank the leftover tea in one gulp.
Sikong Mo's recent gaze at her didn't look bored at all, but he hadn't contacted her for nearly a month, leaving no message, which was also a fact.
Likewise, still on horseback, Sikong Mo wondered why Ye Jiu seemed displeased and what he might have done to offend his girl.
Unable to escape the public's attention, Sikong Mo could only suppress his urge to embrace her and continued to lead the orderly troop forward.
Suddenly, Ye Qingzhi, who was still observing from the window, screamed, "Ah, Auntie, Auntie, come over quickly and see, is that my brother back there?"
Saying this, Ye Qingzhi rubbed her eyes with both hands, afraid she might be mistaken.
The year Ye Wenyu left, she was only seven or eight, and it had been years since they last met. Ye Qingzhi was unsure, but she clearly remembered Ye Wenyu's shadow in her memories. The source of this content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
At the moment, the more she looked at that person, the more she found him strikingly similar to Ye Wenyu, hastily calling Ye Jiu to see.
As expected, hearing Ye Qingzhi's call, Ye Jiu immediately forgot about sulking with Sikong Mo and quickly returned to the window.
Looking at the person Ye Qingzhi was pointing at, Ye Jiu was momentarily both angry and happy.
The person below could only be Ye Wenyu, who had been away for several years!
Although his position in the horse ranks was relatively behind, yet being able to ride along and return behind Sikong Mo at this moment of the day, it was conceivable that he must have achieved something.
Tossing back, Ye Jiu felt out a silver ingot from her body, mimicking the neighboring person's sachet-throwing action, and accurately aimed it at Ye Wenyu's direction.