Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

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The debate inside the hall continued, but Qi Lan had already walked out of the main hall.

Walking down the mountain, Qi Lan felt a sense of clarity.

She knew why Chen Anran had made this long trip.

The only ones he cares about are his three senior sisters, right?

He must have received some information, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a sudden decision.

But so what?

The words lingered in her mind, and the smile on her lips never faded.

So what if he wants to find his senior sisters? She knows perfectly well what those three senior sisters mean to him. In the first two years after he transmigrated, when did Chen Anran's face ever show any expression? Later, when it did, it was always faint, as if there was something between them. Only when those three people were mentioned would there be something different in her eyes.

Qi Lan kicked away a small pebble at her feet and watched it roll down the slope.

She recalled the look Chen Anran gave her when she said "I'll go" in the hall. There was a momentary pause in that gaze, like surprise, or perhaps... she couldn't quite put her finger on it. In any case, that one look stirred something within her.

When Qi Lan reached the foot of the mountain, she saw Xiao Ling'er and Wei Yiran.

Looking at Wei Yiran's face, which was very similar to Chen Anran's second senior sister, Qi Lan felt a mix of emotions.

She stood there, about ten feet away, watching the two people.

Little Ling'er was holding Wei Yiran's hand, pointing towards the terraced fields in the distance and talking to her. Her little face was smiling, and her round eyes were bright and sparkling. Wei Yiran listened with her head slightly lowered, nodding occasionally. Her face was expressionless, but she did not pull her hand away from Little Ling'er's grasp.

Qi Lan looked at it for a moment, then walked over.

"Sister Qi!" Little Ling'er, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot her. She let go of Wei Yiran's hand and ran over, tilting her head to ask, "Has the discussion in the palace finished? Where is Junior Uncle?"

"Your junior uncle is behind you." Qi Lan raised her hand and rubbed Xiao Ling'er's head, her gaze passing over her and landing on Wei Yiran.

Wei Yiran stood still, not moving. She looked at Qi Lan calmly, neither looking away nor deliberately meeting her gaze.

Qi Lan suddenly found it quite interesting.

This girl is about the same age as Xiao Ling'er, but the things in her eyes are far more complex than Xiao Ling'er's. Not complex, but... deeply hidden. Like a pool of water, it looks shallow, but you can't see the bottom.

"Miss Wei," Qi Lan said.

Wei Yiran slightly curtsied: "Greetings, Immortal Master Qi."

"I'm not some kind of immortal master." Qi Lan waved her hand. "Just call me Qi Lan."

Wei Yiran didn't reply, but just stood there quietly.

Xiao Ling'er looked at Wei Yiran, then at Qi Lan, and suddenly asked, "Sister Qi, did you come to see us?"

"No," Qi Lan said, "I just happened to be passing by."

After saying that, Qi Lan added, "Next month, your junior uncle is going to Tianjing."

After saying that, Qi Lan didn't linger and walked deeper into the settlement.

Xiao Ling'er stood there, watching Qi Lan's back as she walked away, the smile on her face gradually fading. She turned around, looked at Wei Yiran, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Wei Yiran remained silent.

She stood there, gazing at the buildings gleaming in the sunlight in the distance, at the ordinary people working, and at the children chasing and playing.

The morning breeze blew from the direction of the terraced fields, carrying the scent of soil and green rice, brushing against her cheeks, feeling warm and slightly itchy.

A month later.

Junior Uncle is going to Tianjing.

Those two short sentences swirled in her mind, leaving her somewhat stunned and momentarily at a loss for how to react.

She had just promised Xiaoling yesterday that she would "wait." She thought this "wait" meant a long time from now. Long enough for her to slowly see this place clearly, long enough for her to slowly figure out what choice she should make.

But it turns out, there was only one month.

A month later, Chen Zhenren, whom we've never met before but who inspires all mortals to stand up and look at the sky, will be heading to Tianjing.

And she can go back with them.

She returned to the city with the two stone lions in front of the general's mansion, the old tree in the back garden that she couldn't climb, and the silent eyes of her grandfather as he stood on the veranda watching her.

She went back to the place where she grew up.

Wei Yiran lowered her eyelashes, gazing at the impossibly smooth road beneath her feet. The surface was a hard, grayish-white, without mud or bumps. She stepped on it steadily, as if she were walking in a world she had never imagined existed.

"Sister Wei."

Xiao Ling'er's voice came from beside her, soft and with a hint of cautious probing.

Wei Yiran turned her head.

Little Ling'er stood beside her, looking up at her. Something flickered in her round eyes, as if she wanted to say something but dared not.

"Will you... will you come with us?" Xiao Ling'er asked.

Wei Yiran remained silent.

Looking at Xiao Ling'er's tender little face, and the expectation and unease hidden in her bright eyes, she suddenly remembered how Uncle Zhou knelt on one knee in front of her yesterday at Xian Shan Fang and said, "This old servant has come to fetch you."

Uncle Zhou had a few more gray hairs at his temples, and the wrinkles on his face had deepened. He had traveled all the way from the northern frontier, carrying twenty riders and twenty boxes, a journey of thousands of miles, all for his grandfather's words, "Send someone to Yunyin Mountain."

"go."

When Wei Yiran uttered that word, she herself was stunned for a moment.

It's not a decision, it's not a choice.

Yes... I admit it.

She admitted that she wanted to go back and see, admitted that she wanted to know why her grandfather had sent those twenty cartloads of gifts, and admitted that as she stood on this unfamiliar land at the foot of Yunyin Mountain, she had all sorts of complicated thoughts in her mind.

I miss home, but I'm afraid to go home; I want to stay, but I'm afraid to stay.

Xiao Ling'er paused for a moment, then smiled.

That smile was even brighter than it had been on the training ground yesterday, so bright that Wei Yiran felt a little uncomfortable. She looked away, gazing at the misty mountain peak in the distance, and at the stone steps leading to its summit.

In a month, she will embark on that journey.

Follow that little girl, follow those people she'd never met before, to a place where she grew up.

"That's great, we can go see the place where you grew up, Sister Wei."

Wei Yiran stood there, looking at Xiao Ling'er's bright smiling face, and a strange emotion suddenly welled up in her heart.

She couldn't explain what it was.

Little Ling'er said, "That's great!" and said she wanted to see the place where she grew up. But what's so interesting about that place?

There were those two stone lions in front of the general's mansion; as a child, she always wanted to climb them, but never dared. There was that old tree in the back garden; she stood under it countless times, watching the clouds on the horizon, but never thought of climbing up to see what was beyond the wall. There was the study where her tutor swayed his head and recited classical Chinese phrases; she sat there for eight years, learning to write, learning manners, and learning to hide all her emotions.

There is snow in Tianjing.

Every winter, when the snow falls, the whole city turns white. She stood on the porch watching the snow, her grandfather standing behind her, saying nothing. The snow fell in the courtyard, on the roof tiles, and on the heads of the two stone lions, accumulating into a thick layer.

She misses home, and those are the things she misses.

But what's so interesting about these things?

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