Returning to the Capital was originally part of Qin Zhenghai's plan.
Coming back from the south, he was naturally unaware of the chaos in the north for a while.
It wasn't until he entered the territory of Zhili that he completely understood what had happened in the Capital.
Arriving outside the city gates, from a distance he saw a small carriage covered in blue cloth waiting. Upon closer inspection, wasn't it Song Mingzheng whom he hadn't seen for many years!
After over a decade, the once youthful Mr. Qingsong now had graying temples.
From afar, he hurried over: "Brother Gongheng! How have you been?"
Song Mingzheng, in tears, helped the dust-covered Qin Zhenhai down from the carriage.
"Brother Qingsong! How have you been?"
"It's been over a decade since we parted in Shannan! I often dreamed of you, Brother Gongheng!" Song Mingzheng said with tears.
