Since it was by horse-drawn carriage to Beijing, the journey was indeed a bit slow.
Rong Yan was not in a hurry, but someone else was rather impatient.
Qin Ye spent his time in the Imperial Palace attending court and dealing with affairs of the state. The rest of his time was spent counting the days.
He was looking forward to Rong Yan's early arrival.
Actually, he wanted to go and receive her himself, but given his current position, he could not come and go as he pleased.
After all, the court was not stable; on the surface, those people had not made any moves, but underneath they were watching like a tiger eying its prey.
If everything was not well-arranged, then he could not leave Beijing casually.
Moreover, if he went to receive her in person now, he would probably bring danger to Rong Yan.
After all, there were quite a few eyes watching him.
So he had to suppress the urge in his heart to go and receive her.