The next day, Tang Li and Yu Sui set out from the Mihesha River early in the morning.
They arrived at the airport in Diannan by car. Before nine in the morning, Yu Sui didn’t look as alert as Tang Li, dragging her suitcase with panda eyes.
After going through security, Tang Li noticed Yu Sui’s eyes: "Have you been having kidney deficiency recently?"
"..." Yu Sui turned away, not wanting to deal with this person anymore.
After boarding the plane, Yu Sui asked, "What’s happened that’s made you so anxious to return? You woke me up at 4:30 in the morning, we took a taxi from the little village at 5, and at this rate, we’ll get back to the Capital around two in the afternoon."
"There is indeed something."
Tang Li did not reveal what the matter was.
The airplane landed on the runway of the Capital Airport at 1:35 pm.
Sitting by the window, Tang Li peered through to gaze at the outside world, where the ant-like small view gradually expanded in her vision, revealing the outline of the entire city.
From afar, Tang Li could see the cluster of buildings in the southeast corner, which included the familiar Ministry of Finance building and another filled with the charm of classical aesthetics, the cream-colored sandstone building.
Tang Li recognized it; that was the Tan Palace.
—It was where she saw Song Baiyan for the first time in her past life.
After they disembarked from the plane and left the airport, Tang Li and Yu Sui took the airport bus to the city center together.
Getting off the bus, Tang Li still couldn’t get through to Song Baiyan’s phone. A sense of urgency fermented in her body. She didn’t go back to Huafu No.1, but directly hailed a taxi to Yunqi Villa.
Suddenly, she really wanted to congratulate him in person.
Because of the presidential election, the entire city was enveloped in a festive atmosphere.
In the city center, the giant LED screens were still replaying footage related to the election, attracting passersby to stop and watch.
"Have you just come back from out of town?" The taxi driver noticed Tang Li seemed interested in the election and struck up a conversation: "If you returned to the Capital yesterday, you could have gone to Ring River in the evening to watch the fireworks show, celebrating the victory of the New President. I drove past there and was stuck in traffic for three hours. The crowd was massive.
There were over twenty fire trucks and police cars deployed. To prevent stampedes and riots, armed police were visible everywhere, and the fireworks didn’t stop until after midnight."
Tang Li turned her gaze back in from the window and asked, "The New President is named Song Baiyan, right?"
"Right." The driver nodded, twirling the steering wheel as he told her, "I heard he has a military background, with support from the armed forces. This morning before work, we were discussing what policies the New President might establish once in office. We’re afraid he could be a warmonger."
"That’s unlikely." Tang Li thought of Song Baiyan’s various initiatives after taking office in her past life. Although he had later used military force to quell unrest with a strong hand, he himself was not inclined to warmongering, particularly in economic matters. Song Baiyan had implemented a series of reforms on healthcare insurance, tax reduction, and social welfare systems. During his tenure, the GDP had always been on a steady upward trend.
The taxi stopped in front of the large iron gate at the foot of Fengyun Mountain.
After getting out of the taxi, Tang Li walked over to press the doorbell.
About ten minutes later, the black iron gate swung open.
Seeing the middle-aged man who came out, Tang Li, who was seated on her suitcase, got up and recognized him as Uncle Tan, the butler of the villa.
He still remembered her. When informed that Tang Li was looking for Song Baiyan, Uncle Tan honestly admitted, "The master has been busy with the election and hasn’t come back for many days. I don’t know if he’ll return today."
As Uncle Tan spoke, he noticed the suitcase behind Tang Li: "Does Miss Tang need to see the master urgently?"
"...Actually, it’s not that urgent."