Chapter 216: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Daily Life of Slacking Off Chapter 216: Yan Si Returns Home

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

After hearing this, Yan Si smiled faintly, cupped his fists to bid farewell to the two siblings, then turned and boarded the carriage home that had long been waiting. As the driver raised his whip, the wheels began to turn slowly, carrying Yan Si further and further away...

Though both were filled with reluctance in their hearts, they understood this parting was inevitable. As for Shangguan Peilin, earlier when Yan Si had gone to express his thanks, Shangguan Peilin had suggested that Yan Si, when he had the time, bring Shangguan Xingyu to Dongying for a short stay.

Facing such a request from Shangguan Peilin, Yan Si naturally agreed readily, nodding his assent again and again in haste. Seeing this, Shangguan Peilin no longer deliberately made things difficult for him, and immediately wielded his brush with swift, dragon-like strokes to write an imperial decree of arranged marriage, handing it to Yan Si to take to Dachang.

At the same time, within the distant An Wang Fu, everyone was eagerly awaiting Yan Si's return. Time flew by, and now more than half a month had passed since Yan Si left, yet not a single word of news about him had arrived.

An Wangfei was worried and restless over this. Fortunately, the people An Wang had sent to Dongying to seek news returned with good tidings in time, saying that the newly opened shop was bustling with customers, thronged at the door, and business was booming.

Not only that, according to the scouts' report, the shop had now found its footing, its operations were stabilizing, and presumably before long Yan Si would be able to set out on his journey home.

Although she learned the shop was operating well, An Wangfei's heart still could not completely set aside her worries. After all, what she cared about most was not merely the shop itself, but how her soon-to-be daughter-in-law was faring?

And within the Wangfu, Qianqian had been sparring in martial arts with Yue Yi every day for the past few days, each session lasting one Yi Shi Chen. From initially being unable to even touch the other's sleeve, after Yue Yi fought back, Qianqian could actually withstand thirty full rounds under Yue Yi's hands! This series of changes made An Wang secretly marvel, thinking to himself: "Qianqian is truly a Martial Arts Prodigy!"

Today, after fiercely sparring with Yue Yi, Qianqian was drenched in sweat. She hurried back to her room and took a refreshing hot bath.

After bathing, she rested briefly and then enjoyed a sumptuous lunch. After the meal, drowsiness overcame her; Qianqian lazily stretched, then walked with light steps back to the inner chamber, climbed onto the soft bed, and before long entered sweet dreams.

At the same time, an exquisitely decorated carriage was slowly entering the city gate. The driver was none other than Yan Si, who sat contentedly on the carriage shaft, lightly waving his whip, his gaze occasionally falling on the bustling street scenes outside the window.

As time passed, the familiar An Wang Fu drew ever closer, as if within reach. Seeing the tall gate of An Wang Fu right before his eyes, Yan Si's originally calm heart instantly became restless.

However, it was now noon, and most people in the fu were napping. Yan Si suppressed his excitement, not wishing to disturb others' sweet dreams. So he quietly instructed his attendant to go to the kitchen to bring some food.

Soon the attendant brought steaming hot, fragrant dishes. Yan Si took the bowl and chopsticks and began to wolf them down. His eating speed did not decrease in the slightest.

While eating, he pondered in his heart how to broach the matter of the imperial decree when he saw his mother later, imagining her delighted expression upon hearing the news, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up, revealing a smile.

Soon Yan Si wolfed down the food like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds. He set down his bowl and chopsticks, simply tidied the items he carried, then impatiently rose to prepare for bathing and changing clothes. And while he was busy, the others in An Wang Fu were gradually waking from their naps.

For a time, the entire courtyard was filled with voices, bustling and lively. The maidservants shuttled between rooms, busy tidying and cleaning; the servants moved goods and trimmed flowers and plants in the courtyard, a scene of busy activity.

At this moment, Chunxi was seen hurrying with quick steps, swiftly walking toward the courtyard where the Wangfei resided. Her hurried figure seemed as if pushed by an invisible wind.

When Chunxi entered the courtyard, An Wangfei, who had just woken, was lazily stretching her body, yawning and stretching like an elegant cat. But just then, Chunxi had already quickly walked into the room and shouted loudly: "Wangfei! Wangfei!"

An Wangfei, not yet fully awake, was startled by Chunxi's high-decibel shout. She looked somewhat blankly toward the door, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. Immediately, the Wangfei spoke: "Chunxi, what on earth happened? Shouting so loudly."

Chunxi excitedly replied: "Wangfei, the Second Young Master is back!" The words had not yet fallen when the Wangfei, still somewhat groggy, instantly widened her eyes, her whole body like an electric shock, "whoosh" she sat up abruptly from the bed.

She didn't even bother to tidy her somewhat disheveled hair, but eagerly reached out to grab her shoes, quickly slipping them onto her feet. At the same time, she kept urging in her mouth: "Quick quick quick, hurry and notify Qianqian and Shuang'er to gather at the Front Hall!"

Seeing this, Chunxi hurriedly smiled and comforted: "Wangfei, please don't be so anxious. The Second Young Master is bathing and changing clothes right now. Your servant will go inform the two misses right away, and also tell the Second Young Master to go to the Front Hall after he finishes bathing."

Hearing this, the Wangfei breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her movements of dressing and putting on her hat did not slow in the least. After Chunxi responded, she hurriedly turned and left the room, heading straight for Wufangyuan.

At this moment in Wufangyuan, Yan Shuang'er had long been awake. She sat quietly on a swing, holding an ancient book in her hands, reading with great interest.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell upon her, giving a feeling of peace and beauty. In contrast, Qianqian was still immersed in sweet dreams; the fierce sparring session in the morning had clearly drained much of her strength.,

When Chunxi stepped into the courtyard with hurried steps, she keenly sensed an unusual atmosphere of quiet pervading the surroundings. She thought to herself: "Presumably the Fifth Miss is still immersed in sweet dreams." So she subconsciously slowed her pace, fearing to disturb the beautiful dreams of those inside.

When she reached the middle of the courtyard, Chunxi's gaze was suddenly drawn to a figure not far away—it was Yan Shuang'er. Only Yan Shuang'er sat quietly there, like a beautiful painting scroll.

Chunxi walked forward on tiptoe, and after coming before Yan Shuang'er, she slightly bowed her body, respectfully made a salute to Yan Shuang'er, and softly said: "Third Miss, I wish you well."