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Chapter 1222: Chapter 1221 No Different from Being in Prison_1 Chapter 1222: Chapter 1221 No Different from Being in Prison_1 Qiao Xiaomai’s shout startled the patrolling guards.

Fan Linong knew that Yang Wenxiao had once again come to Anping Village; therefore, the courtyard where the guards lived was brightly lit, and he was also waiting, just in case Yang Wenxiao needed him.

Upon hearing Qiao Xiaomai’s cry, he immediately ran out from the courtyard.

His tall figure was particularly conspicuous in the night, and Qiao Xiaomai spotted him at once, hurriedly waving her hand, “Uncle Fan!”

Tong Sanlang, seeing the familiar figure, couldn’t help but shout out as well, “Uncle Fan!”

“It’s really you guys, you’re back!” Fan Linong laughed heartily and immediately turned his head, instructing someone by his side, “Go wake up Brother Changshun.”

Earlier, when Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang had just returned home, their belongings had been delivered back, and Qiao Changshun also knew they had come back, but at this moment he had already gone to rest.

As Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang approached, he stepped forward and asked, “Where’s the retired emperor?”

“His Excellency rushed back to the Capital City.”

“He left that urgently?”

“Yes, very urgently,” Qiao Xiaomai said as she jumped off the carriage, “Uncle Fan, is there anything to eat?”

“Yes, there’s supper prepared.” Fan Linong busily stepped aside, “Come on, come on, go have something in the kitchen, you two must be exhausted.”

“Indeed,” said Qiao Xiaomai as she raised her hand and touched her stomach.

Yang Wenxiao was not in a good mood; no one dared to eat their fill, they all just ate a few bites hurriedly, hunched over, trying as much as possible to reduce their presence. Moreover, it was the middle of the night, and three hours had already passed since the last meal, so they were hungry!

The guards’ food was pretty good; they would go hunting in the mountains from time to time, so there was never a shortage of meat. The midnight meal was red-braised rabbit meat and stewed pork and vermicelli with cabbage. Fan Linong served them food and brought out a jar of wine as well.

He could see that Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang were as exuberant as rabbits just released from captivity, almost hopping along joyfully as they walked. So, he brought out the wine to add to the cheer!

“Someone has already been sent to call your father, he should be here soon,” Fan Linong poured a drink for Tong Sanlang, “Tell me, why do you two give me the feeling as though you just got out of a big prison?”

At this, Qiao Xiaomai let out a snort of laughter, almost spitting out the vermicelli in her mouth.

After taking a few sips of water to suppress the discomfort in her throat, she finally spoke up, “You’re not wrong, this trip to the Capital City wasn’t much different from sitting in jail.”

“Then tell me, what happened?” Fan Linong grew curious.

He was stationed here, cut off from news. Although big events had been happening one after another in the Capital City, no one had taken the initiative to pass the news onto him, so he was out of the loop.

“It’s a long story, starting with our arrival at the Capital City,” Qiao Xiaomai blurted out, beginning to recount.

They encountered Bai Zhi at the city gate, got into a scuffle, and went straight into the Palace, settling in the Imperial Palace, then they discovered the Hellflower, the Palace went under martial law to search Jia Cheng’s house, afterwards she impersonated a descendant of Liuli. Just as that issue began to settle down, Zhang Family and Tong Xingda went to the Capital City.

Then followed Shen Chenghao’s rebellion, explosions, screams, blood splattering!

After killing Shen Chenghao, Yang Wenxiao took over Zuixian Building, causing her worry for many days.

Then Qingye, Qinglian, and Ailiusa came, and afterward Zhang Family knelt down, begging Tong Sanlang to forgive Tong Tiehu for blinding someone’s eyes, and then there was Prince Fengbao during Yang Wenxiao’s birthday celebration.

Following that, Tong Sanlang was forced to learn calligraphy, and she cooked every day, three meals a day, without fail, with no personal freedom whatsoever.

In short, this trip to the Capital City was no different than sitting in prison!