"Many thanks for Princess's generosity!"
Jiang Ping An clasped his fists, rose to his feet, and followed Lan Shi'er into the cultivation quarters.
The discussions on the street grew even louder. Many people were talking about the man who had shone so brilliantly on the battlefield and his relationship with Lan Shi'er.
Lan Shi'er led Jiang Ping An into the Cultivation Room. Once she shut the door, she could no longer contain her emotions. She threw herself into Jiang Ping An's arms and hugged him tightly!
"Uncle! I missed you so much!"
All these years within the royal family, she had not had a single friend. Whenever she wanted someone to talk to, she could only seek out Aunt Bai.
She deeply missed the days she had spent with Uncle. There had been no pressure then; she could cry and laugh without restraint.
Yet within the royal family, she could only hide her emotions.
She did not know how many times she had wanted to leave the royal family and find Uncle, but reality had kept her from leaving.
Now, she had finally seen Uncle again.
"You're already so grown up, yet you're still crying."
Jiang Ping An gently took hold of Lan Shi'er's shoulders, wanting to push her away.
But the girl clung to him tightly, and he could not push her off at all.
Jiang Ping An shook his head helplessly and could only let her be.
Seeing how intimate the two were, Long Ya, who was in the room, felt somewhat surprised, as well as envious and jealous.
She said nothing and silently left, returning to her own Cultivation Room.
Lan Shi'er cried for quite a while, as though she wanted to vent every grievance she had endured. Her tears soaked Jiang Ping An's white robes.
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