In the evening, Zixuan returned from the government office, and a banquet was arranged in the mansion to welcome Qinghe and to wash away the dust of travel, but also to celebrate the family reunion. Qingyuan and Qingyao had been away from home for five years now, having spent all that time in the capital city, rarely with a chance to return.
Jinghan looked at the several children now grown into adults before her, and her heart was filled with endless emotions. It seemed as if Qingyuan had just been born, appearing right before her eyes. The little ball of flesh from back then had grown into a tall young man. Qingyuan was even a bit taller than Zixuan, and even Qingyao was now about the same height as Jinghan.
