After the commotion, Qiqi still wanted to continue enjoying herself outside. But so many Imperial Guards had rushed over upon hearing the news and now surrounded her wherever she went. She could hardly take such a crowd everywhere. Their close protection instantly dampened her spirits, and she decided to return to the palace at once.
Hu Xiaotian did not go back with her. Instead, he quietly asked Qiqi for permission to leave. It was the first day of the New Year, and he had finally managed to get out; surely he ought to visit his parents, kowtow to them, and offer his New Year greetings. That was only natural. Usually willful and headstrong, Qiqi proved quite understanding in this matter. She agreed to his request rather than insisting he accompany her back to the palace, doing him a considerable favor. In truth, his conduct during the crisis had moved her somewhat. He had stood alone against those beggars and left her the chance to escape. For all his usual grinning and fooling around, he really did have some courage when it counted.
After parting with Qiqi, Hu Xiaotian went alone to Shuijing'er Alley. The last time he had come here late at night, he had accompanied Ji Feihua. Today, at last, he could openly visit on New Year's Day to offer his greetings. Ever since relieving the emperor's suffering, his standing in the Imperial Palace had undoubtedly continued to rise. If everything truly kept going as smoothly as a boat carried by favorable winds and currents, perhaps he might one day become someone like Ji Feihua, capable of holding his own. Whenever he thought of that, Hu Xiaotian could not help looking forward to it with quiet longing.
When he reached his family's door, he saw that it stood open.