"What did you say?" Ye Qingcheng was shocked for the first time since arriving in this world by such news.
"You've read so many novels back there, you should know that our system's function is to allow the host to return to their original world," San San said aggrievedly. She had analyzed so many reasons and was almost discovered by Ye Qingcheng.
"You appeared halfway through, I thought you wouldn't have this function." Even though she was shocked, she didn't forget to tease the system, wanting to retaliate for its initial omission of this reward.
It wasn't that I didn't want to tell you, but you never intended to go back in the first place. Ye Qingcheng couldn't know what San San was thinking.
After so long, she finally heard some exciting good news. Ye Qingcheng was so happy she wanted to run eight hundred meters to celebrate. Her earlier sleepiness was completely gone.
"Then, after we return to the capital, will there be new side quests?" Now, Ye Qingcheng was very eager to complete all the missions and return to her own world.
"Yes, but you should go to sleep now. Someone will come to find you tomorrow morning. You'll have six hours," San San mercilessly interrupted her.
"Who, who will come to find me?" Her voice was still filled with excitement. Helplessly, San San had to use her authority to force Ye Qingcheng into a deep sleep.
Alas, I hope Qingcheng, you won't change your mind later.
In the early morning, as the sunlight fully bathed the land, accompanied by the sounds of soldiers' morning drills. Le Hu arrived at the entrance of Ye Qingcheng's tent with breakfast.
"Qingcheng, are you awake? I brought breakfast," he asked softly, afraid of disturbing the beauty's sweet dreams.
Ye Qingcheng on the bed slowly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her eyes still held the daze of just waking up. She sat up, allowing her consciousness to return.
Seeing no response from outside the door, Le Hu asked again, "Qingcheng, are you up?"
"I'm up, I'm up, you can come in," Ye Qingcheng put on her outer clothes and called him in.
Upon seeing that the visitor was Le Hu, this little beauty, Ye Qingcheng's muddled mind instantly cleared. Moreover, the beauty had brought breakfast.
"Qingcheng, I heard from Zhou Hu that you're returning to the capital this afternoon. I made this breakfast myself. You can wash up first and then eat." Le Hu entered with a smile on his beautiful face, a hint of reluctance in his expression.
"Le Hu, you're such a little angel." It's a shame that such a virtuous and domestic beauty is with the crude Zhou Hu. Hearing this teasing, Le Hu's small face couldn't help but blush.
Seeing his little wife-like demeanor, she knew their relationship was very loving now. She smiled knowingly, estimating this was the outcome all CP fans wished to see.
"It seems you two have a very good relationship," she said, looking at him with a knowing gaze.
"We're just like ordinary people. He treats me very well, and Sister Ye also agrees with us," he said with a happy expression, sharing this blissful fact.
Speaking of the two of them, Ye Qingcheng was actually their "matchmaker." Back then, Le Hu was injured and drifted along the river to the military camp. Zhou Hu, unusually, requested to take care of Le Hu, and Ye Qingcheng knew then that love was truly a mysterious thing.
Le Hu was a reborn individual, carrying memories from his past life, and felt guilt towards Zhou Hu. Zhou Hu, as if fated, had a special affection for Le Hu.
Fortunately, the two did not fall into the dramatic misunderstandings and schemes of typical rebirth novels. Furthermore, with Ye Qingcheng, the ultimate CP fan, acting as a bridge, the lovers soon found their happily ever after.
"I don't know when I'll see you again after you return to the capital," Le Hu said sadly.
"The war with the barbarians is over now, and Zhou Hu can request permission from the Emperor to return to his hometown for tomb sweeping." This was the only reason Zhou Hu, who had no parents, could give.
"He's thought about it, but now is not the time," he said. "Oh, right, these past few days I just remembered, back then in that house, I often heard the sorcerer mention that after this matter was over, they would return to Xin Hetang." The truth was, the sorcerer didn't say it out loud; it was something the sorcerer told Le Hu when training him as a confidant after Le Hu had killed Zhou Hu in his past life.
"You are too beautiful, both beautiful and full of danger. I want you to go to Xin Hetang. There, your beauty will have its greatest value." The sorcerer, wearing a bizarre purple mask, whispered into Le Hu's ear like a phantom, guiding Le Hu step by step towards the abyss.
"Xin Hetang?"
"San San, do you have any information about this place?"
"Wait a moment, found it. It's in the capital, a tea house that opened a month ago, primarily dealing in tea from all over the world. It's very popular in the capital now."
So that's how it is. It seems the sorcerer has already arrived in the capital.
"Le Hu, thank you. This information is very useful to us," Ye Qingcheng said gratefully, taking Le Hu's hand.
"I'm very happy to be able to help you, and I'm also grateful that you could persuade Doctor Wen to take me as a disciple." Ye Qingcheng's intention was simple; no matter how good Zhou Hu was to Le Hu, Le Hu needed to have his own skills.
While this was a touching farewell between sisters, on the other side, it was a battle of flesh and blood.
The military camp's morning drill time had passed. According to their usual custom, Prince Xiao would spar with several generals before leaving, including but not limited to internal energy and martial arts. Needless to say, Xiao Wangye's internal energy was superior to theirs. Recently, Ye Qingcheng's treatment for his legs, which had blocked meridians and were numb, had improved significantly, and his cultivation of internal energy had risen several levels.
Soldiers surrounded the competition platform three layers deep. On the stage, Prince Xiao was facing Zhou Hu and Deng Dabiao alone. A contest of internal energy could easily injure opponents. Clearly, both sides were unwilling to back down.
The soldiers below loudly cheered for those competing on the stage. Zhou Hu on the stage was already retreating. With two more steps, he would fall off the stage and be defeated. The cheers grew louder and louder, finally disturbing the two people in the tent.
"Strange, why is it so noisy outside today? Let's go take a look," Ye Qingcheng said, puzzled.
When the two arrived at the competition platform, the soldiers, seeing that it was the other protagonist they had been discussing and gossiping about these past few days, instinctively made way for Ye Qingcheng.
At this moment, Xiao Wangye was using one hand to deal with Zhou Hu and the other to fend off Deng Dabiao, all while guarding against their simultaneous attacks.
However, Xiao Wangye did not appear flustered. He was even attacking and defending with ease, a crazed smile on his face. "Faster, faster, draw your soft sword!" "Kill them, kill them!" "You must win, as long as they all die, you win!"
Zhou Hu and Deng Dabiao sensed something was wrong. Xiao Wangye's palm strikes already carried killing intent and were even more fierce. Zhou Hu saw Xiao Wangye reaching for his waist and quickly called Deng Dabiao to retreat.
Ye Qingcheng, watching from below, also sensed that something was amiss. Xiao Wangye's face was currently filled with a manic expression.