"Big Sister, will we really get to see Master this time?"
Shen Qing puffed out his little cheeks, a glint flashing in his eyes. He missed Shen Yi every moment of every day. Over the past year, he had cultivated diligently for the sake of seeing Shen Yi again as soon as possible.
"We definitely will. But Qing'er, don't start crying when the time comes." Jiang Miaoyi held him in her arms, scraped a finger over his tiny nose, and teased him.
"A real man doesn't cry!" Shen Qing's voice grew softer and softer, clearly betraying his guilt.
He relied on Shen Yi deeply. More than once, he had secretly wept beneath his blanket. He had thought he concealed it perfectly, never realizing Jiang Miaoyi knew all about it.
"Yes, Qing'er has grown up. He's a little man now."
Jiang Miaoyi adored Shen Qing as well. Whenever she saw him cultivating day and night, she sometimes found herself blaming Shen Yi.
Changyang City lay in the heart of the Qin State, not far from either the eastern or southern borders. First, the land here was flat and transportation convenient. Second, the ancestral precept of the Qin State was: the Son of Heaven guards the nation's gates. Aside from the border cities, this was the second line of defense for protecting the realm.
In less than ten days, Shen Yi's group arrived outside Changyang City. In the distance, a procession raced toward them, its ceremonial guard grand and imposing—it was the delegation led by Jiang Miaoyi.
"What a coincidence. We've run into each other again."
"Yes, what a coincidence indeed."
Shen Yi and Jiang Miaoyi stood facing one another and smiled. Then they embraced, pouring out the longing they had held in their hearts.
"Master!"
The wonderful atmosphere was shattered by