Le Yuanhou had been waiting anxiously. As soon as Ji Xinhe stepped foot into the inn, he rushed to greet her, "Xinhe!"
"Dad."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Le Yuanhou couldn't hold back his tears. He took a good look at Ji Xinhe, making sure she was unharmed, finally letting out a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness you're alright, if you weren't, I would've regretted it forever."
"Don't worry, Dad. Look at me, I'm fine. I never undertake anything without certainty, so why are you so worried?"
Ji Xinhe hadn't seen Le Yuanhou for seven years. Ever since she married seven years ago, she hadn't returned to the capital city even once. First because of the political situation, and second because it was inconvenient due to the great distance and her lack of free time.