The carriage driver felt touched.
Xiao Jiang’s chubby, dimpled face looked like a plump little bun. The driver stole a glance and couldn’t help but think how adorable the child was. Could this kid be the reincarnation of an immortal?
“Little Junior Uncle?”
Someone called out. Xiao Jiang turned his head and saw disciples from Medicine King Valley riding over with smiles. One of them continued, “We’re almost there. Little Junior Uncle, can I stay at your place tonight?”
“If it’s convenient.”
“Don’t worry. We all know that Little Junior Uncle’s family runs a small business, so there’s plenty of money.”
The man grinned, and the others around him chimed in: “Yes, we all just want to follow Little Junior Uncle. After finishing our important tasks, we’ll have someone to guide us for eating, drinking, and wandering around.”
“I just want to eat spicy hotpot and see if it really is as delicious as Little Junior Uncle said!”
“And lamb skewers too!”
The group gathered around the carriage, chattering excitedly.
Most of them were around fifteen or sixteen—naturally curious at that age. Qin Fengyi’s lips curved into a smile inside the carriage. It seemed Xiao Jiang had been living comfortably in Medicine King Valley, and everyone liked him very much.
So many people were coming to his house for a meal?
Xiao Jiang felt a pang of embarrassment.
But when he heard they would pay, he felt slightly relieved. Blushing, he said, “Actually, Sifang City isn’t a place for sightseeing. Mugging and murder happen on the streets frequently. The city is full of vicious criminals, and many families of exiles who committed serious crimes live here. Everyone needs to be careful.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
They had already known a little before coming.
They couldn’t imagine how such a pure and kind Little Junior Uncle could have grown up in Sifang City. Their gazes were full of sympathy.
“Being able to eat your fill in the city already counts as being wealthy.”
“Don’t have too high expectations, or you won’t be able to survive long-term in Sifang City!”
Xiao Jiang blushed, hesitating to speak. The disciples exchanged glances and had already guessed that Little Junior Uncle’s family was struggling, Sifang City was overrun with thieves and bandits, and the days ahead wouldn’t be easy.
The carriage moved slowly.
In the blink of an eye, they were approaching the city gate. Xiao Jiang squinted his big eyes, anxiously scanning for Ye Tian’s figure.
Today felt somehow different from before.
Why were there so many people at the city gate?
Had someone committed a crime and was going to be executed there?
Xiao Jiang’s heart raced. His little face flushed from nervousness, and even the carriage driver could feel his quickened breathing.
“Xiao Jiang…”
A familiar voice reached his ears. Excited, Xiao Jiang craned his neck. “It’s Second Sister’s voice!”
“It’s my sister’s voice. Isn’t it sweet?”
Xiao Jiang grabbed the driver’s sleeve. The driver froze, nodding dumbly.
Before the driver could react, Xiao Jiang jumped off the carriage and dashed toward the crowd.
“Little Junior Uncle!”
“Little Junior Uncle!”
The disciples of Medicine King Valley panicked and stared in surprise. Their usually shy and obedient Little Junior Uncle—what was going on?
One by one, they dismounted and followed behind Xiao Jiang.
Hearing the commotion, Qin Fengyi hurriedly lifted the curtain and jumped down from the carriage.
Amid all the sounds behind him, Xiao Jiang didn’t notice anything else. He had been away from home for too long and was eager to return, only cursing the slow pace of the carriage. His eyes scanned the crowd until he finally saw Ye Tian.
Ye Tian was tall, wearing a simple cotton robe, holding Big Brother and Second Sister on each side, smiling warmly at him.
Xiao Jiang stood there, panting and stunned.
“Ye Tian…”
His throat moved, and it took a long moment before he could utter the name. Seeing Ye Tian at that moment, it was as if his feet had taken root—he couldn’t move forward another step.
And there was Ye Tian, smiling gently at him.
So close, yet so far—this Ye Tian felt just like the Ye Tian in his dreams, almost unreal.
The road seemed endless, as if it would never end.
Xiao Jiang pouted, his big eyes misted with tears, and suddenly he burst into a wail.
“Wuuu…”
“Wuuu…”
He really missed Ye Tian. After being away from home for so long, he longed for the days when the whole family lived together in that little shabby house. After meals, Ye Tian would tell them stories. The eldest brother pretended not to listen, the second sister laughed heartily, and Xiao Jiang would secretly watch Ye Tian. No matter what he did, Ye Tian would exaggerate and praise him—telling him that Xiao Jiang was the best.
Ye Tian was the person who loved Xiao Jiang the most in the whole world!
He missed sitting on Ye Tian’s shoulders, missed Ye Tian’s smile, and even missed Ye Tian’s rough, large hands. Xiao Jiang’s tears streamed down as he looked at Ye Tian, sniffing, his small shoulders trembling with sobs.
Suddenly, a gentle, large hand rested on his head.
Xiao Jiang lifted his tear-streaked little face. Ye Tian bent down; his enormous figure was like a solid mountain, shielding the wind and snow above Xiao Jiang’s head. The huge shadow enveloped him, as if protecting him under his wings.
“Dad…”
Xiao Jiang’s voice quivered with tears. Ye Tian nodded, “You’re back?”
Those simple three words were enough—Xiao Jiang could no longer hold back and threw himself onto Ye Tian’s legs, crying loudly.
“Xiao Jiang.”
“Xiao Jiang, you’re finally back!” Ye Shuangxue and Ye Yunting embraced Xiao Jiang on either side. The three siblings clung to each other tightly, crying and laughing all at once.
Tao Lichun stood among the crowd, smiling with relief. “The bond of siblings—it’s truly touching.”
“The feelings forged through shared hardships can overcome anything in this world.”
Tao Ling’er was lost in her own emotions; she couldn’t even hear what her father said. Her watery apricot-shaped eyes fixed on Ye Tian for a long time before glancing at the three children, feeling happy for Ye Tian.
“Junior Uncle?”
“Junior Uncle, are you alright?”
The disciples of the Medicine King Valley approached with concern. Xiao Jiang, regaining some composure, felt embarrassed as he reluctantly released his elder siblings and looked at them. “I… I just couldn’t control myself. I missed my dad, and my brother and sister so much.”
He lowered his small head, long eyelashes drooping, looking extremely shy.
Everyone understood.
Someone asked, “Junior Uncle, why are all the officials of Sifang City at the gate?”
“Yeah, why are there so many people at the city gate? It looks like they’re here to welcome us.”
“Didn’t Junior Uncle say… Sifang City is very… very…”
The crowd exchanged wide-eyed glances.
Xiao Jiang only then realized. His suspicious little eyes darted toward Ye Tian. Had Ye Tian done something wrong?
Then someone shouted, “Welcome the young master back to the city!”
“Welcome the young master back to the city!”
The voices were deafening, and the momentum soared into the sky.
The ordinary citizens and officials who had been standing at the city gate all knelt. In this era, the distinction between ruler and subject was important, and etiquette was highly valued. Ye Tian was now the city lord, and Xiao Jiang was the young master.
“Young master?”
Xiao Jiang was stunned.
When he left, Ye Tian was just running a hotpot shop. What was happening now?
Had Ye Tian paid all these people to come?
“Junior Uncle, you… didn’t you say your dad runs a hotpot shop?”
“Yeah, how did he become the city lord?”
“They said you’re the city lord’s youngest son?”
“Yes, Junior Uncle, you’re being unfair!”
Xiao Jiang’s little face stiffened. He looked up at Ye Tian and tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Dad… during this time, you’ve done all these big things?”
“You married Sister Xiao Xun’er?”
Xiao Jiang’s head was full of question marks. In his little mind, this was the only way he could think of that Ye Tian could have become city lord so quickly.
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