Wei Yao seemed to notice, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze, her heart flustered. Just as she was about to look away, he grinned and pointed to his clothes.

Only then did Wei Yao realize that he was wearing the attire she had once given him, her face instantly reddened.

Qi Jingyi watched her embarrassed, flushed face and finally smiled with satisfaction, urging his horse to move forward.

That day, the Palace held a banquet to reward the soldiers. Gu Qingheng was officially granted the title of Fourth-Rank Loyal and Courageous General. Qi Jingyi and others received a considerable amount of gold and silver rewards, except for Qi Jingyun, whose merits and faults were balanced, and he didn’t receive any punishment or reward.

No one had any objections to this.

Qi Jingyun was very indifferent about it, only Qi Jingrong thought it was somewhat unfair and complained a bit, but was promptly silenced by Qi Jingyun.

After returning home, Wei Yao was continually on edge, pricking her finger multiple times while sewing.

"Sister." Wei Jun finally couldn’t stand it, grabbing the embroidery piece and taking it away, "If you keep pricking it, this pillowcase will be all blood stains. Will you still use it?"

Wei Yao then snapped back, "What are you talking about? I’m just being careless."

"Once could be careless, but you’ve pricked yourself four or five times already. Your fingers are like a wasp’s nest; don’t you feel pain?"

Only then did Wei Yao feel her fingers burning and involuntarily gasped, quickly popping her finger into her mouth.

Wei Jun sighed, "Sister, do you really like the Prince of Eight?"

"What nonsense is that?" Wei Yao immediately stood up, her tone severe, "Do you believe I won’t hit you?"

"Being loud doesn’t make you right." Wei Jun calmly waved his hand, "You’re angry because you’re embarrassed."

"I..." Wei Yao deflated instantly and sat back down, "It’s impossible for us."

"How do you know it’s impossible?" Wei Jun suddenly leaned closer to Wei Yao, "What if it’s possible?"

"I won’t be a concubine."

"What if you don’t have to be a concubine?"

"Wei Jun, what’s up with you?" Wei Yao frowned.

"What’s up with me? I’m just seeing you troubled by emotions and trying to ease your worries." Wei Jun rolled his eyes at his sister, "Look at yourself now, what’s become of you?"

"You’re still a kid yourself, helping me ease my worries? Ha!"

"If you don’t want to hear it, forget it." Wei Jun started to turn away.

"I’ll listen, hurry up and speak!"

Wei Jun chuckled, turned back, and sat down again, "Sister, actually fretting here is useless. Don’t forget, we’re now people of Xin. Even if you want to get married, shouldn’t you seek Xin’s opinion?"

"She..."

"If Xin is willing to intervene, then I think it won’t be an issue."

"But she’s not in Beijing."

"Can’t you go find her?" Wei Jun raised an eyebrow slightly, "Xin has given birth to triplets. It’s right for us to visit her."

"You’re right."

"However, before seeking assistance, I think you also need to understand the Prince of Eight’s intentions. Whether he’s genuinely fond of you, or else if it’s one-sided, it won’t be good."

Wei Yao looked at her brother for a long time, then suddenly reached out to pinch his cheek, "You’ve really grown up, you can actually give me advice."

"Let go!" Wei Jun disdainfully swatted her hand away, "You’ve pinched me blue."

"If you need anything in the future, just speak up. As long as I can do it, I won’t refuse." Wei Yao wasn’t upset and instead patted her brother’s shoulder.