"When the time comes," An Jing continued to speak, "it will not only be convenient for us to visit foster father, but it will also be much more convenient for foster father to visit us. Don’t you think it’s good?"
Xiao Changyi did not say whether it was good or not, but simply grasped An Jing’s hand in return, enveloping her small hand within his larger one.
An Jing added, "Even though you were not born to foster father, he has treated you even better than his own children; although he did not raise you, the kindness foster father has shown you over the years is something you are well aware of in your heart, even without me saying so."
"My dear husband, although sometimes we may indeed come across as unfeeling, we are not heartless or ungrateful. We remember well those who have been good to us, we do not seek gratitude from others, but we only wish to have a clear conscience."
"Foster father is getting so old now; it’s as if with each passing day we have one less day with him. Even if we cannot serve at the pleasure of his knees, at least we should visit him often. Being so far from the Imperial Capital, a round trip takes at least over a month. If we travel several times a year, we wouldn’t have time to do anything else—all would be spent on the road. It would be better for us to move to the Imperial Capital. As for living inside or outside the Capital City, it’s all up to you, don’t you think it’s good?"
Without waiting for Xiao Changyi to answer, An Jing spoke again, "We’ll still keep this house for now. Once foster father passes away, we can come back here to spend our remaining years... My dear husband, what do you think?"
Xiao Changyi finally opened his mouth, the corners of his lips rising slightly, "You’ve said all that needs to be said, what can I say besides agreeing with you?"
An Jing smiled as well, "I know you’re not talkative, so I simply said it all."
Xiao Changyi did not speak, but instead leaned in, affectionately rubbing his forehead against An Jing’s.
An Jing’s smile grew even wider, and while being rubbed on the forehead, she said, "We can’t go to the Imperial Capital for the time being; we’ve planted all our fields, so it will have to wait until next year. Next spring, we will set off for the Imperial Capital, what do you think?"
"Then tell me, do we live outside the Capital City or inside the Capital City?"
"Outside the city," he still preferred a bit more tranquility. "Have Meng Zhuqing send someone to find a place near the mountains and water outside the city to build a few rooms; then we can move in directly when we arrive."
"Mm-hmm, as you say~" she paused, "Let’s not tell foster father about this for now. We’ll tell him when it’s time for him to go, as a surprise."
"It’s really unexpected," An Jing suddenly laughed with a sigh, "We were originally planning to live here all along, we were so resolute before... yet now, hehehe... we’ve been defeated by foster father."
But Xiao Changyi shook his head, "We haven’t been defeated by him, we have been defeated by familial love."
An Jing immediately nodded, "Yes, we have been defeated by familial love."
For this familial love, they were willing to temporarily change their original resolve, but it was only temporary. In the future, they would still return here.
Early the next morning, An Jing and Xiao Changyi rose.
Today was a very important day—it was the first birthday of their four children and a ceremony was to be held for the occasion. Wang Xiaolan Stone, Wang Youbao, and others were all coming to attend.
Not long after An Jing and Xiao Changyi had gotten up, they saw the Emperor of Xiyun holding Su Yi Jing. By the time An Jing and Xiao Changyi had prepared breakfast, the Emperor was still holding Su Yi Jing. That was one thing, but during breakfast, the Emperor of Xiyun still insisted on holding Su Yi Jing...
Hopeless, totally hopeless...
This old man was beyond saving...
After exchanging a look that spoke volumes, An Jing and Xiao Changyi decided not to bother saying anything to the Emperor of Xiyun, letting him hold Su Yi Jing.