When Ji Xiaosong and Chu Qingyun returned, the members of the Ji family were in the main hall, restless with anxiety.
Mr. Ji paced back and forth in the hall, his expression anxious. He glanced at the doorway from time to time, each step feeling as if it landed on his own heart.
Mother Ji sat in her chair, tightly clutching a handkerchief and wringing it incessantly, her eyes filled with worry and alarm.
As for her two younger brothers, they had perhaps just received a harsh scolding. They now sat with their heads hung low, looking for all the world like two cowering quails, timid and afraid to make the slightest sound, as if any movement would bring another round of rebukes.
The moment Mr. Ji saw Chu Qingyun, he hurried forward to greet him.
Seeing the Crown Prince's calm and composed expression, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
