The return journey was far more comfortable than the journey there.
There was a carriage to sit in.
Moreover, Emperor Jiawen was considerate of Xiao Chengyu's health, afraid that he had just recovered, so he didn't let him rush on the road.
Thus, the journey back felt more like a leisurely tour.
Although it wasn't to the extent of stopping to play whenever something interesting appeared,
Every noon and evening, they'd stop in towns to rest.
Fu Shinian, having nothing better to do in the carriage, treated fried pastries and cow tongue cookies as snacks, picking up a piece to eat now and then.
Xiao Chengyu was reading in the carriage, while she was munching noisily on her snacks beside him.
Listening to her eating sounds, Xiao Chengyu gradually found it hard to focus on his book.
Staring at the same line for a while, he still didn't finish it.
Helpless, Xiao Chengyu looked up at Fu Shinian.
