About to leave the Imperial City, Lu Yuan excitedly cupped Zhao Qiao'Er's plump face in his hands, gazing into her big, blinking eyes.
The two stood right in front of the Mansion Gate, completely ignoring the servants bustling back and forth carrying their belongings.
"Hey, dear nephew, what are you doing? So many people are watching."
Zhao Qiao'Er said, subconsciously tilting her head back.
Lu Yuan pulled her closer and planted two loud smacks on her forehead before saying, "Aunt Zhao, we're going back to Taiping City."
Hearing this, Zhao Qiao'Er froze for a moment before asking for confirmation. "Can we really leave this place?"
For the past two or three years, Zhao Qiao'Er had been longing to return to Taiping City for a visit.
But since Lu Yuan was serving as an official here, she had never brought it up.
Now that Lu Yuan himself was telling her they were going back to Taiping City, she was overjoyed.
