Fortunately, the Royal Guard had been instructed early on to be particularly respectful to Mu Hanyan and did not dare to urge her, just waited silently aside.
"Alright, Hanyan, if we keep talking, it'll be dark soon. It's time to depart." Lu Nianxin said with a smile on his face, though tears clearly glistened in his eyes.
"Grandmother, Grandfather, Father, Mother, elders, take care." Mu Hanyan bit her lip, suppressing the thousand words in her heart, bowed to everyone with a gesture of respect as a junior, and said.
"Take good care of yourself, don't worry about us." Yue Fanling wiped her eyes, struggling to squeeze out a smile and said to Mu Hanyan.
"Hmm." Mu Hanyan's throat was choked with emotion, and she responded heavily.
"Oh, take this." Mu Beichen handed a scroll to Mu Hanyan.
"What's this?" Mu Hanyan asked.
