Yun Jiao led the steward, the maids, and the old women servants out of the city to receive her father.
Father and daughter had not seen each other for several years; Yun Jiao's first feeling was that her father had grown old.
Gu Yuheng was almost sixty. Because he was a Doctor himself and paid attention to health maintenance, he was better preserved than his peers, yet even so, nearly half his hair was white, and there were many more wrinkles on his face.
Father and daughter could not help but throw their arms around each other and weep bitterly.
After a good cry, everyone hurried to get in the carriage and go home.
The first courtyard behind Renxin Hall had long since been made ready by Yun Jiao.
They could move in with their bags directly; as soon as they entered, a Maid brought hot tea to their hands.
In the days that followed, Yun Jiao ate lunch with her father every day and played with her nephews and nieces, feeling particularly happy.
