The breeze across the open wilderness was cool and sweet.
Jiang Yingcheng and Lin Jinshu had plotted their escape several times without ever making it this far. Now, like weary birds returning to their old woods, they were so excited that they kept looking all around.
"Where, where? Where's Chengcheng's Imperial Consort?!"
Looking was one thing, but she refused to sit still and kept leaning out, forcing Liaochen to scramble to hold both little ones securely.
Fortunately, they soon reached Fang Siwan's hiding place.
The moment they touched the ground, Jiang Yingcheng grabbed Lin Jinshu's little hand and pattered toward her, her mouth running without pause. "Imperial Consort, sob, sob, sob! Chengcheng missed you so much, Imperial Consort-"
Tears covered Fang Siwan's face. She stumbled forward a few steps and gathered both little ones into her arms, checking them from head to toe several times. Only after confirming that neither was hurt did she feel a little reassured.
She choked up repeatedly, unable even to get a full sentence out for a while, and could only repeat, "As long as you're safe. As long as you're all right."
Grinning, Jiang Yingcheng pulled her little brother Jinshu over, and together they wiped away the tears of the Imperial Consort they adored.
Before long, the others who had fallen behind arrived at the meeting point.
Jiang Yingcheng was very interested in the newly arrived Grandmaster uncles. Her almond-shaped eyes blinked away as her curious gaze swept over them again and again.
Before the little social butterfly could speak, the older social butterflies greeted her first.
"So this is Chengcheng?" Si Ming looked at the little one's chubby face, his fingertips itching slightly. "Call me Grandpa Si, and Grandpa Si will buy you pastries tomorrow!"
Before the little one could answer, Liaochen flicked