Chongshan Town.
Yu Qingyi had returned, and Yang Zhengshan stole a little leisure from his busy schedule. For two days he did not go to the office, staying home and being warm and intimate with Yu Qingyi.
A brief parting was better than a new wedding. More than two months of separation had left Yang Zhengshan missing his wife very much.
Though the two of them were now an old married couple, and their feelings had also settled into calm, feelings were not something that had to be earthshaking and blazing. Rather, after being apart, one would think of the other at every moment, would feel unused to it, always feeling as if something were missing at one's side.
In the past, when Yang Zhengshan went on campaign, he had not had so many thoughts. After all, when he was on campaign, he simply did not have much energy to think of family matters.
On the contrary, this time Yu Qingyi entering the Capital had made Yang Zhengshan feel it rather deeply.
Perhaps it was because of that sense of tending toward peace, or perhaps because of habits formed over these years. In any case, with Yu Qingyi not at home, Yang Zhengshan felt unused to it.
After resting at home for two days, Yang Zhengshan quickly threw his energy into the heavy load of official duties.
Matters were numerous and complicated, requiring him to handle them one by one.
And all over Da Rong, things were not peaceful either. No need to speak of distant places—just take Beiyuan Town.
Ever since the Wuliang army had been annihilated at Guan Shankou, the conflict between Beiyuan Town and the Wuliang Hu Tribe had grown more and more intense. Beiyuan Town had even taken the initiative to go beyond the pass several