At dusk, Yang Zhengshan returned to Guard City.
At this moment, quite a few servants in the Yang Family courtyard were busy packing things up, and Yang Zhengshan happened to see them when he returned to the main courtyard.
"Mingcheng, how are the preparations going?"
When Yang Mingcheng heard his voice, he hurriedly set down what was in hand and ran over. "Dad, we're almost done packing. We can set out tomorrow!"
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded. "Come, chat with me in the study for a while."
Finished speaking, the two of them went to the study in the main courtyard.
The two had just entered the study when Green Mist brewed a pot of tea and brought it over.
Yang Zhengshan lifted his tea and took a sip, then said, "This time, when you go to the Capital, I have two things for you to do!"
"Dad, go ahead!" Yang Mingcheng said solemnly, holding his teacup.
Yang Zhengshan continued, "The first thing is to go see your younger sister! I can never feel at ease about her!"
In the past, when Yang Yunxue was at home, he had not spent every day thinking of her. But ever since she had married out, especially after she had gone to the Capital, he often worried about her, afraid that the little girl was not living well there.
She clearly was not his biological daughter, yet this old father's heart could never settle down.
It was not that Yang Zhengshan was being sentimental for no reason. After all, Yang Yunxue could also be considered a girl he had raised.
From the age of ten to sixteen, he had raised a little yellow-haired girl into a poised and graceful young lady. Even if she was not his biological daughter, she was better than one.