After walking a little farther, they arrived at Murong Mansion. Just then, the steward came out. The moment he saw Murong Huai, he grew ecstatic.
"Young Master, you're back!!"
"Mm, Steward Zhou, it's been a long time. You're still as hale and hearty as ever." Murong Huai replied with a smile.
Steward Zhou said with a laugh, "Oh, this old servant is grateful for your concern, Young Master. And this gentleman, too—please, come inside. The Old Madam and Madam are both in there."
"Alright."
Steward Zhou didn't ask who Feng Fuyao was. He had been Murong Mansion's steward for decades, and he knew exactly what to ask, what not to ask, what needed asking, and what didn't. He was a very careful man, too.
Besides, Murong Huai was the young master of Murong Mansion, and Steward Zhou had watched him grow up. His judgment was beyond question. Anyone he brought back to the mansion was surely an honored guest, so there was no need to ask.
"Mother, Grandma, I'm home!!!"
In the main hall, Xiao Qingmei and Wu Xianyun had been chatting. When they heard Murong Huai's voice, they froze, exchanged a glance, then turned toward the doorway together.
Murong Huai came slowly into the hall, his face beaming with a smile. "Mother, Grandma!!"
When they saw that it really was Murong Huai, the two women were overjoyed.
"Oh, Huai'er's back!!"
"My son, it's been three years. You've finally come home."
Murong Huai hurried over and hugged Wu Xianyun. "Mother, your son is home!"
Then he went to Xiao Qingmei and crouched before her. "Grandma, how have you been these past three years?"
At that, Xiao Qingmei ruffled Murong Huai's hair and said with a smile:
"Oh, my precious grandson, I've missed you so much! Why did it take you