Because of the fierce wind and heavy snow, and the extremely cold weather, the soldiers patrolling the streets were slacking off, allowing Old Yuan and Yuan Zhaodi to return without any danger.
When they returned to the courtyard temporarily housing the Yuan Family, Yuan Zhaodi was nearly frozen stiff.
Mrs. Xiao Li saw Yuan Zhaodi’s condition, and tears flowed down her face.
The room was somewhat warm, but compared to Yuan Zhaodi’s current coldness, this bit of warmth was sorely lacking.
Finally, Mrs. Xiao Li tightly hugged Yuan Zhaodi, using her body heat to help warm him up.
At first, the couple shivered violently, but then they gradually warmed up.
Luckily, Yuan Zhaodi did not catch a cold, and Mrs. Xiao Li was fine too.
However, without being able to find Yuan Bao, the family’s spirits were low.
The night grew darker, and the heavy snow falling between heaven and earth became increasingly noisy.
Yet in this harsh weather, a figure appeared on the road at the entrance of Shiqu Village.
The wind and snow stung the eyes, but this figure moved with resolute steps.
Before long, the figure entered the village, walking purposefully to the gate of Old Yuan’s courtyard.
Seeing the courtyard gate locked, the person paused slightly, then moved to the side, making their way to the courtyard wall, where with a light effort, they climbed over.
In the next moment, the person flipped over the wall, entering the courtyard of the Yuan Family.
With the thunderous thud of landing, Yuan Bao inside the room was startled awake.
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Although she had gathered many clothes on the bed for warmth, the bed without fire was truly cold, waking her up.
The awakened Yuan Bao was pondering whether she should get some firewood to heat the bed, when she heard the commotion outside.
This really gave her quite a scare.
She huddled under the covers, not daring to make a move.
"It couldn’t be so unlucky!"
Yuan Bao thought she had good fortune, so why would those Great Yin soldiers come into her family’s courtyard?
As Yuan Bao was lost in wild thoughts, she heard the sound of doors opening, footsteps...
The continuous sound of doors opening meant the intruder was searching each room!
Yuan Bao knew she couldn’t stay huddled under the covers any longer, otherwise, she’d be like a turtle in a jar when the person came in.
She quickly got up, feeling her way to the stick she had brought back as a weapon, and moved to the side of the bed, holding the stick above her head, ready to strike the intruder as they entered.
In the pitch-black room, Yuan Bao’s ambush had a great chance of success.
She had already planned that as soon as her ambush succeeded, she’d quickly make a run for it.
Soon, the footsteps approached, and the door to Yuan Bao’s room was pushed open, light pouring in.
Yuan Bao, holding the stick high, was completely exposed to the intruder’s gaze.
The intruder, seeing Yuan Bao standing by the bed holding the stick, was first taken aback, then called out Yuan Bao’s nickname.
By the light of the candleholder in the intruder’s hand, Yuan Bao saw clearly who it was.
The intruder was not the Great Yin soldier Yuan Bao had imagined, but Yuan Yindi, who had been wandering away from home.
Upon seeing who it was, Yuan Bao dropped the stick and instantly burst into tears.
At that moment, she cried like a little baby!
As a little girl with an adult’s soul inside, Yuan Bao had always been mature and composed when she could control her body, crying only during performances.
But at this moment, she cried from the bottom of her heart!