Shen Yanchuan made his way inside, arriving at the lakeside pavilion.
The butler excitedly announced, "The Princely Heir is here!"
The Eldest Princess, who was sitting in the pavilion feeding the fish, seemed not to have heard. She continued to toss fish food into the pond.
Shen Yanchuan approached and bowed. "Grandmother, your grandson has arrived late."
Only then did the Eldest Princess turn her head to look at him.
This Eldest Princess, who had once fought on battlefields and earned merit protecting the nation, was now approaching sixty. Yet her eyes were clear and her spirit was hale. Her salt-and-pepper hair was neatly coiffed, and though her face bore wrinkles, it was easy to see how valiant and stunningly beautiful she must have been in her youth.
"How kind of you to remember this old woman," the Eldest Princess said slowly. "Are your injuries all healed?"
