To the palace maids and eunuchs, as long as they could live peacefully, it didn't matter who they served.
From that day forward, Qiao Xuan and Shao Yunduan had been busy. Over a month had passed, and finally, everything in the capital was settled and back on track.
That night, they could finally have dinner and sleep together in peace.
In the evening, as they held each other, their hearts raced. Under Shao Yunduan's intense gaze, Qiao Xuan's face flushed, and her body softened. Even though they were in the heart of the capital, it felt as if they were reunited after a long separation.
Anan was still in Hangzhou. Qiao Xuan wanted to send someone to bring him to the capital so the family could be reunited, but Shao Yunduan stopped her.
There were still turbulent undercurrents in the capital, and he feared that the journey from Hangzhou could lead to unforeseen problems. If anything were to happen to Anan, they would never forgive themselves.
