Zhan Xiaojun looked sharply at Ning Yecheng.
Their eyes met.
In each other's gaze, they saw the shock, excitement, and complex emotions of a reunion after crossing a vast distance.
It was a destiny that brought them together again after a separation that felt like life and death.
"Ning Yecheng..." Zhan Xiaojun spoke slowly.
Seeing that Ning Yecheng held his sister's hand, Zhan Xiaofeng frowned. "Heir to the Prince of Xiaoyao..."
At the same time, the Prince of Xiaoyao also spoke, "Yecheng, what are you doing?"
Two voices overlapped.
The response came in unison from Ning Yecheng and Zhan Xiaojun, "You two go out first, let us talk."
"What?"
Zhan Xiaofeng and the Prince of Xiaoyao were both stunned.
However, after exchanging a glance, they didn't say much and left.
On the surface, both appeared calm.
But once outside.
Almost simultaneously, they asked each other, "Do they know each other?"
"When did they meet?"
"How did they meet?"
However.
After asking, they realized the questions were pointless.
No one was going to tell them the answers!
...
Inside the room, after confirming their identities, the two embraced.
After a passionate kiss.
Ning Yecheng recounted everything that had happened to him, feeling incredulous himself.
He had lived to thirty-eight in that other world. Grandma Ning had passed away three years prior. Those with ulterior motives in the Ning family had been kicked out of the Ning Group. He had entrusted the company to Liu Ning Zhou Ye and Zhang Xin in the end.
And he had returned after his death.
In reality, after he had been poisoned and fallen into a coma a year ago, he had transmigrated to that other world, but he had forgotten everything about this world.
It was only after he transmigrated back that he remembered everything.
He looked at Zhan Xiaojun, whom he held tightly in his arms, whom he had missed for a full ten years.
It felt too unreal.
"Zhan Xiaojun, I've come for you. You still owe me the betrothal gifts."
Tears welled up in Zhan Xiaojun's eyes. "Alright, from now on, no one can separate us."
...
They talked for the entire afternoon.
Zhan Xiaofeng and Yun Xiaojing waited outside.
Even the Prince of Xiaoyao couldn't figure out what was going on.
His son hadn't mentioned liking any particular woman before he fell into a coma.
Otherwise, why would he have been trying to arrange a marriage for his son recently?
Suddenly.
The Prince of Xiaoyao, who wasn't usually the sharpest, thought of something, slapped his thigh, and left gratefully.
He left behind a somewhat bewildered Zhan Xiaofeng and Yun Xiaojing.
Yun Xiaojing mouthed the question: What's happening?
Zhan Xiaofeng, having gained some understanding throughout the afternoon, said in a low voice, "It seems someone is going to snatch our little sister, whom we've doted on and raised, away."
Yun Xiaojing's eyes widened, as if facing a great enemy. "Who? Who has the guts?"
Zhan Xiaofeng gestured towards the tightly shut door.
Yun Xiaojing immediately understood Zhan Xiaofeng's meaning.
He was shocked at first, then furious, wanting to kick the door open.
Zhan Xiaofeng stopped him. "Xiaojun has been dispirited lately, it's probably because of him."
"Xiaojun is still young. None of us three brothers have any plans to get married yet, how did she get a love interest first? No, she's been targeted?" Yun Xiaojing felt completely uncomfortable.
However, when he thought about Ning Yecheng's appearance, he seemed to be no less handsome than the three of them. It was understandable that Xiaojun would be smitten.
Meanwhile, the Prince of Xiaoyao hurried to find the steward of the mansion.
He instructed the steward to quickly take down the marriage recruitment notices.
What he had said earlier by Yecheng's bedside about a betrothal had been a lie. If it had been a matter of a moment's notice before, with so many wanting to marry Yecheng, but Yecheng had remained unconscious, no one would have married him.
He had recently heard of the method of "improving luck through marriage" and had resorted to a desperate measure, telling the steward to post notices to recruit a bride.
As a result, people had inquired, but he didn't want to wrong Yecheng, and none of them met his standards.
Now, Yecheng clearly liked Zhan Xiaojun, and he couldn't mistake the look in Zhan Xiaojun's eyes.
The absurd things he had done these past few days must not be known by Yecheng.
Otherwise, he would get a scolding again!
...
A month later.
Yun Shu received a handwritten letter from her daughter, Zhan Xiaojun.
In this letter, she explained the entire sequence of events, this unbelievable experience, in detail.
After reading the letter, Yun Shu said to Zhan Tianye, who was reading it with her, "Xiaojun's heart ailment has been cured."
Zhan Tianye nodded with a smile. "Let's set off for Donglin Kingdom to meet the Prince of Xiaoyao? I just received a carrier pigeon from him. Twenty-six or twenty-seven years ago, I met the Prince of Xiaoyao once. We hit it off, but we never met again. I never expected our connection would continue at this time."
"Alright, let's take Father with us. He's been worried about Xiaojun all this time. Now that he knows Xiaojun has found someone she likes and is about to get engaged, the saddest person won't be us or our three sons, but Xiaojun's maternal grandfather." Yun Shu felt a slight headache thinking about how Yun Changfeng might cry upon hearing the news.
Perhaps it was because her father was old, like a child.
More than twenty years ago, no one would have imagined that a mighty general on the battlefield would one day become like a child.
Zhan Tianye laughed heartily, his laughter clear and resonant.
Yun Shu suddenly thought of another matter that caused her slight headache.
"For so many years, Xiao Li and the other two have been wandering the world, and they haven't met a woman who has captured their hearts?"
As soon as the doubtful words left her lips, she smiled to herself.
It seemed that parents worldwide couldn't escape this.
She had once thought that traveling the world with Zhan Tianye, their children would sort out their own affairs, but she still couldn't help but worry about their lifelong happiness.
Zhan Tianye kissed Yun Shu's lips. "They have their own plans. It's enough that our daughter has found a suitable husband."
...
A year later.
Ning Yecheng and Zhan Xiaojun were married.
Friends from all directions flocked to Donglin Kingdom's capital.
The Prince of Xiaoyao bought houses on an entire street to ensure that the guests could live comfortably.
This grand wedding shook the entire world.
After the lively wedding ceremony.
Ning Yecheng looked at Zhan Xiaojun, who was in a beautiful wedding dress. His eyes held the starry sky, filled with immense tenderness. He leaned in.
He whispered in Zhan Xiaojun's ear, "Zhan Xiaojun, you are finally mine."
Zhan Xiaojun's face flushed slightly, her pupils reflecting only his image. "Ning Yecheng, you are finally mine."
They looked at each other and smiled.
They embraced warmly.
Cherishing this long night...
...
The moonlight was hazy.
It was the perfect time for blooming flowers and a full moon.
On top of the high wall.
The three brothers raised wine jars and drank.
"Xiaojun is married! From now on, her eyes will only be on that boy Ning Yecheng, not on us! Zhan Xiaojun, Zhan Xiaofeng, when will you two get married?" Yun Xiaojing, drunk, looked at his two elder brothers with a face full of question marks.
Zhan Xiaoli and Zhan Xiaofeng simultaneously looked at Yun Xiaojing.
Silence spoke volumes.
Yun Xiaojing wasn't even thinking about getting married himself, yet he asked them?
Yun Xiaojing felt a little guilty under their gaze, rubbed his nose, and took a swig of wine. "You're older than me. If you don't get married, I won't feel right about getting married. When you want to get married, tell me, and I'll find a woman to marry immediately."
Zhan Xiaoli looked into the distance, his expressionless face stating, "I haven't met my destined one yet. Marriage is not urgent."
"Me too," Zhan Xiaofeng agreed.
Yun Xiaojing nodded repeatedly. "The world is vast, let's wander for a few more years! Come, let's drink!"
Not far away.
Yun Shu and Zhan Tianye overheard their three sons' conversation.
Zhan Tianye's eyes were deep as he looked at Yun Shu. "Are they planning to become monks?"
Yun Shu's red lips curved. "Ji Rong said their destiny will come in two years. Don't worry, they won't become monks."
"Let's go, before the city gates close, let's leave the city."
"Okay!"
From now on, they would continue their travels, witnessing this vast world.
For them, their children's happiness and well-being were more than enough.
The End.