As soon as Chen hour arrived, An Jiu quickly headed towards Xiliang.

Zhao Yan held Chuyi and took Du Wan'er into the carriage.

The carriage was the carriage of the Yan Palace. The two of them went to the palace last night and received the carriage.

The car behind them is the car from the Princess's Mansion, with signs on it.

The eldest princess's three thousand elite soldiers surrounded two carriages, and the housekeeper Zhao and Qingfeng rode in front and set out towards the capital.

Slowly, the carriage walked to paradise.

“That’s…”

"Oh! Oh my God! The carriage from the Yanwang Mansion, the carriage from the Yanwang Mansion!"

"That's the butler of the Yanwang Mansion. Oh my God, the one who can be escorted by the butler himself is, yes..."

"His Your Highness Yan is back?"

"Is Your Highness Yan not dead?"

“…”

There are many people in Chenshi's paradise gradually.

Now, everyone is attracted by the convoy, and no one is in the mood to go to the paradise.

One by one, they looked at the convoy in surprise.

"Is it your highness? The butler, is your highness back?"

Someone who is brave asked directly butler Zhao who was right in front of him.

"Your Highness and the Empress are back with the little prince of the Yan Prince's Mansion."

Butler Zhao replied with a smile.

"Little Prince? Is it the Little Prince of the eldest prince of the Princess's family?"

When everyone saw the car from Prince Yan’s Mansion, they naturally also saw the car from Princess’s Mansion behind.

"It's not the little prince from the eldest princess's family, but the little prince from our Yanwang Mansion."

Butler Zhao explained patiently.

As if to prove his existence, Xiao Chuyi in the carriage burst into tears.

The voice was very loud, and the people who were closer to the convoy had already heard the cry of Xiaochuyi.

"I've sold newspapers, I've sold newspapers! Big news, big news!"

"His Highness Yan, who has been missing for nearly a year, will bring the princess and the little prince back to the capital today! Pay attention, it is the little prince of the Yan Palace!"

"I've sold newspapers, I've sold newspapers! Do you want to know where His Highness Yan has gone this year? Everything is in today's Beijing Daily!"

Two newspaper-selling children suddenly ran out of the south city gate, and the loud sound could be heard from afar.

Because the butler Zhao and Qingfeng did not let the elite soldiers stop the people, they were completely blocked when they were about to reach the south gate.

"My fellow villagers in the capital, I will be back with the prince!"

Du Wan'er pulled Zhao Yan and walked out of the carriage.

Zhao Yan was wearing a crimson purple brocade robe, with silver silk cuffs embroidered with piping of flowing cloud patterns on his collar and cuffs. A black auspicious cloud-wide brocade belt was tied around his waist, and his black hair was tied up, with a green gilded crown. The body of the execution ground was straight, and he was handsome and handsome. Even if he was holding a crying little baby in his arms, it would not affect his innate height.

Du Wan'er stood beside Zhao Yan, wearing a palace outfit that matched Zhao Yan's clothes. Her simple and dignified hair bun made her look grand and noble.

But her smile makes people want to get close to her.

"Caomin has met His Highness Yan, the Princess, and the Little Prince! Welcome His Highness Yan, the Princess, and the Little Prince back to the capital!"

Someone knelt down in the crowd, and then everyone knelt down to pay homage.

The first person to kneel down was naturally the person arranged by Qiu Heng, so someone always needs to take the lead!
Chapter completed!