Childish Words Tug Clothes, Meat Jerky is Divided; Market's Flowing Light Chases Shoulders

Lord Wuwei Mansion was quiet and peaceful. Warm corridor lamps shone through the carved window lattice, scattering flecks of light and shadow across the bluestone paving, softening the slightly chilly night into something gentle.

The lingering fragrance of osmanthus in the courtyard drifted lightly on the breeze, mingling with the faint warmth spilling from inside and sketching out the peace of returning home.

By this time, the streets and alleys of Wu'an City had long been wrapped in the warmth and bustle of homecoming.

Having shed their heavy armor, the Blood-Clad Army soldiers cast the killing chill and windblown dust of the battlefield from their minds and plunged headlong into the lively smoke and fire of Wu'an life.

Whether it was the soft laughter from ordinary little courtyards or the uninhibited revelry of lofty taverns, every corner held the ease and comfort that came after laying down one's edge.

In the common lanes of South City, the courtyards of several households were still lit by warm yellow electric lamps, casting a tender glow into the night.

Zhao Shigan of the Blood-Clad Army strode up to his door and pushed open the gate to his courtyard. The wooden door gave a soft creak, and as it slowly swung open, the scene within gradually came into view.

His wife, Wang, had long been waiting at the stone steps with their five-year-old son, Little Bean, in hand. Her eyes were red-rimmed, yet her face was bright with smiles. One hand unconsciously twisted the edge of her apron. She appeared calm, but could not conceal the anticipation filling her heart.

"I'm back."

Zhao Shigan spoke in a deep voice, and his heart unexpectedly softened.

Wang hurried forward and carefully took the heavy pack from his shoulder. Feeling the lingering dust and chill upon it,