Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 243: Homecoming (1)

Duan Yunfei seemed to have guessed the person Le Zhao mentioned and snorted softly along.

Yan Yijie furrowed his brows, then smiled knowingly.

"Who is it?" Shen Qinglan looked confused.

Le Zhao responded, "The Young Master of Haoyue Manor, Chen Feng."

Although Shen Qinglan didn’t know who Chen Feng was, she had heard quite a bit about Haoyue Manor recently.

"This person is as narrow-minded as Chen Qi, and he cannot stand anyone comparing him to Yunfei," Yan Yijie smiled and continued, "Presumably, the ambushes we faced these past two days are likely related to him."

Le Zhao disdainfully said, "This person is displeased with everything, always acting superior and omnipotent. He seems wise, but in reality, he’s like a fool and never thinks before acting."

"Isn’t it so?" Yan Yijie said, "Remember back in the Capital, he always claimed to disdain associating with those playboys, yet what happened? He soon mixed with them, engaging in mischief. It’s truly laughable."

Le Zhao chuckled lightly, "No wonder Chen Qi would rather devote all his efforts to the Thirteen Shadow Guards than focus his energy on this Young Master."

Shen Qinglan and Duan Yunfei remained silent, leaning against the carriage and quietly listening to the two ridicule Chen Feng.

The carriage pressed forward against the wind and rain, and before long, dawn broke.

The wind eased, the rain continued to drizzle, the thunder subsided, but the lightning persisted.

After two days of sleeplessness and exhaustion of inner strength, except for Shen Qinglan, who fared slightly better, the others showed signs of fatigue on their faces.

"Come, have some food!"

Duan Yunfei handed the dry rations in his hand to Shen Qinglan.

He sighed lightly, "Originally, I thought if we could pass a peaceful night, the next day we could have a hot meal at that inn. However, the heavens didn’t grant such a wish."

Shen Qinglan took the dry rations and ate them bite by bite.

Duan Yunfei poured her a cup of water, "These dry rations are a bit hard, drinking them with water makes it better."

Shen Qinglan smiled at him, softly thanked him, and then took the cup.

Le Zhao lifted the curtain to look outside, "The weather has been hot and humid lately, and this rain came just in time."

At noon, the sky cleared again.

The rain-washed sky appeared azure blue.

They found a nearby small village, gave some silver coins, enjoyed a simple hot farmhouse meal, prepared some dry rations, and continued their journey.

Unlike the past two days of fierce battles, the subsequent days had been peaceful.

No one spoke inside the carriage, each leaning against the compartment with closed eyes to recuperate.

The "clip-clop" sound of the carriage echoed around.

Unaware of how long had passed, the carriage finally stopped.

As Shen Qinglan opened her eyes, she heard Xuan Ming say, "Young Master, we’ve arrived!"

She lifted the curtain and saw familiar buildings and streets under the sunset illumination.

Unexpectedly, at some point, the carriage had returned to Jinxi Town!

For some reason, a sense of ease and tranquility welled up inside.

It felt as though a vessel adrift for a long time had finally found its harbor.

"Qinglan, it’s time to get off!"

The deep, gentle voice reached her ears, and when Shen Qinglan came to her senses, she realized only she and Duan Yunfei remained in the carriage.

"Mm." She responded softly, then rose to get off the carriage.

"You all finally returned!" Seeing them, Old Tang came out of the tavern, full of smiles.

"Old Tang!"

"Shopkeeper Tang!"

Everyone promptly greeted him warmly.