Chapter 1113: Reunion

Two days later, Chen Wuji personally led the Jinwei Camp out of Yimachuan.

He came here today not to kill anyone, nor to fight anyone, but to handle a major matter.

Receiving the family members!

San Niang and the others have arrived.

Compared to the time mentioned in the previous letter, they arrived nearly ten days early.

"My lord, they've arrived, they've arrived—I can see them!"

Chen Wushuang led dozens of cavalry, galloping forward on horseback, shouting excitedly from afar, welcoming Chen Wuji's family members, yet this boy's excitement surpassed even Chen Wuji's.

"Come, let's go up!"

Chen Wuji rode his horse forward.

He didn't want to wait here; he wanted to see them immediately.

In this era of slow carriages and horses, mountains and rivers have blocked too much emotion.

Years and months have become ordinary meals.

Some people leave home and return to find their accent unchanged but their hair turned gray.

After galloping more than ten li, a long procession appeared in Chen Wuji's field of vision.

"At last, they've come!"

Chen Wuji eased the warhorse's pace, the smile at his lips harder to suppress than AK, as if kneaded repeatedly by spring breezes into the gentlest form.

At this moment, even the wind carrying a hint of chill from Nanyue Jun seemed to warm up.

As the distance drew closer, the heads peeking from the carriage windows gradually became clear in Chen Wuji's eyes.

San Niang, Shen Youwei, Xue Hongdou, Xiao Yuji...

They've all come!

The carriage stopped, and the women on board jumped down one by one.

"Husband, I've missed you to death, wuwuwu..."

The first to throw herself into Chen Wuji's arms was still Shen Youwei, unafraid of his gaze and fond of acting coquettish; she wailed, bumped into his embrace, and rubbed her head wildly until her neatly arranged hair was tousled, only then did she loosen her grip.

"San Niang, come quick! Come quick!"

Huo Sanniang smiled helplessly, "You—how are you still like this?"

Shen Youwei giggled, "I think I'm fine like this; I plan to stay this way for life, and... it's my nature, so it should be hard to change."

"Come on, the husband's embrace still feels the same—San Niang, you don't want it?"

Huo Sanniang blushed instantly, lightly flicked Shen Youwei's head, and chided, "Stop saying that—so many people around, what decorum is this!"

Shen Youwei planted her hands on her waist and shouted at the Jinwei Camp soldiers behind Chen Wuji: "Everyone, turn your heads—the lady is shy!"

The soldiers chuffed with laughter and silently turned their heads aside.

Before Huo Sanniang could speak, Yu Yan Chu quickly covered Shen Youwei's mouth, "You're truly a living ancestor! San Niang, what is your status now? How can you... in short, you must never speak such words again, nor act so, or you'll ruin your reputation."

"Wuwuwu... wuwuwu..."

"What are you wuwu-ing for? Hurry up and shut up!"

Yu Yan Chu forcibly dragged Shen Youwei aside, then gave Huo Sanniang several frantic glances, signaling she could now approach.

Huo Sanniang silently covered her forehead.

One by one, it seems there's not a single proper person.

Chen Wuji stepped forward and embraced Huo Sanniang.

"San Niang, you've worked hard!"

"No... not hard, let go quickly—there are so many people here, wait... wait until tonight."

"...... Good." Chen Wuji chuckled lightly and let go.

In this era, embracing openly in public is indeed not a good thing.

Especially with his current status.

Countless eyes are fixed on him; any small matter will be magnified countless times, then scrutinized wildly for flaws.

Whenever Shen Youwei meets someone, she's always the first to rush forward, but coincidentally, her embrace has the least impact, because she's simply too endearing in appearance.

Her looks naturally soften the effect of this.

Chen Wuji either gave a brief hug or patted her head, greeting each of his women in turn, and only then did everyone board the carriages and continue onward.

On the return journey, Chen Wuji chose not to ride a horse, but squeezed into a carriage with Huo Sanniang and the others; once seated, Shen Youwei and Yu Yan Chu quickly squeezed in as well.

The already small carriage instantly became packed to the brim.

"Husband, no one's watching now—quickly hug San Niang!" After Shen Youwei's mouth was unsealed, she brought up the old matter again: "San Niang was fine in the first half of the year, but in the second half, even when busy, she misses you so much at night she can't sleep, wearing out who knows how many quilts."

Huo Sanniang raised her hand and lightly slapped, "Nonsense—when have I ever been like that?"

"Anyway, I heard it and saw it." Shen Youwei giggled and dodged, "You don't know, husband—San Niang's quilt is truly terrible, worn thin in the middle, with some strange marks on it, I don't even know what they are."

"Hey hey hey, the more you say, the less restraint you have—asking for a beating!" Huo Sanniang shouted angrily, her face flushed like a ripe honey peach, glossy and lovely.

After nearly a year apart, these women seem to have grown even more beautiful.

Huo Sanniang shows the most striking change.

She seems to have reversed aging—her face is tender with an almost unreal feel, like a baby's skin, looking delicate and smooth, blowable and breakable.

Yu Yan Chu leaned close to Chen Wuji, "Husband, don't you think San Niang has become more beautiful?"

"Indeed so."

"This is my merit, husband—you ought to reward me well... uh, properly." Yu Yan Chu lightly tapped her own lips, "After all this time, how can I still not shake the habit of tilting my chin and speaking like a princess? It's vexing."

Chen Wuji laughed, "Your neck might have a memory."

"Perhaps." Yu Yan Chu muttered sullenly, "Actually, I've never been so strict about my status, but... alas, this matter is hard to explain. In short, husband, you should reward me well—I've rendered great service!"

"Okay, what kind of reward do you want?"

"Let me think about it first." Yu Yan Chu said, "Husband, aren't you curious how I did it? Ask quickly, let me show off a little in front of people."

"Okay, how did you do it?" Chen Wuji looked at her strangely, having satisfied Yu Yan Chu's small request; she now seemed to have been infected by Shen Youwei, her tone of voice even becoming similar.

"Train in martial arts!" Yu Yan Chu said excitedly, "In this world, if a woman wants to stay young and beautiful, there's only one secret—practice martial arts!"

"The higher the strength, the younger and more tender one looks, and moreover, the 'tender' I mean isn't just about soft skin, there's also... well, tenderness!"

Chen Wuji instantly became enthusiastic, "And there's this theory?"

"Husband, this theory has always existed."