Transmigrated as the Villainess, Troubled by the Cuteness!

Chapter 267 - 202: Triumphant Return, Public Display of Affection

Headache.

Wen Ranchen suddenly opened his eyes. It was still dark outside the tent, but he could no longer sleep.

It’s been like this for the past two years. His sleep is very light, easily waking, and once awake, he wouldn’t fall back asleep but sit in silence until daybreak.

No other reason.

It’s because Wen Ranchen is afraid of dreaming.

He’s afraid of dreaming about Shen Jingxian, the person he longs for day and night, afraid he’s too happy in the dream, only to wake up to a reality he can no longer face due to despair.

The letters that Shen Jingxian left him, he used to read them, following the instructions to eat well, but later, the warmth in those letters only pushed him into a deeper abyss.

He can’t see an exit, with darkness all around him, and the occasional light is just a cruel joke of fate, briefly appearing only to further make him aware of his own emptiness, and change nothing for him.

Gradually, Wen Ranchen dared not read the letters anymore, dared not touch warmth, and he even dared not dream; he’s afraid.

He’s terrified.

The pain of gaining and then losing torments him day by day. He wants to escape, but there’s nowhere to run.

Tonight was no different from other nights.

A person afraid of dreaming, carrying despair, resisting deeper despair in the darkness.

"General! A letter from the Capital!"

Wen Ranchen glanced up indifferently. His lack of sleep made his once handsome face look very haggard, no longer the noble young master he once was, but rather like a weather-beaten wanderer of the Jianghu.

He took the letter from his subordinate’s hand, his face unfaltering.

A letter from the Capital, likely to congratulate the great victory.

He didn’t care about these; he just wanted to gift the world to Xian’er, preferably with everyone buried along with it.

But he couldn’t. If people who shouldn’t die were killed, Xian’er would not be pleased.

The soldier delivered the letter and was about to leave, but unexpectedly, the General suddenly stood up from his chair, rushed past him so fast the young soldier could only feel a gust of wind.

Soldier: ? What just passed by?

The young soldier hadn’t yet reacted when the order to march was given, scaring him into running back.

Returning to the ranks, he found everyone looking very tense, and the young soldier couldn’t help but feel tense, too.

But despite the tension, he couldn’t help but whisper, "What happened?"

The brother beside him whispered back, "Something big has happened, the General smiled!"

What! The General smiled!

This is bad; the situation is serious.

You have to know, the General never smiles! Something big must have happened this time!

...

Not far from the Capital, Song Yan spent the night planning the return to the Capital. The world was now unified, and next, she must ensure the "Princess" could smoothly ascend the throne.

The two Princes posed no threat, nor did the common people; the key was the ministers.

It’s necessary to first let out some rumors to gauge the situation.

A long list lay in front of Song Yan. She stared at it for a long time before finally circling two names.

Let’s start with them.

"Mr. Song, there’s a letter from the Capital."

"Bring it here."

"Yes."

At this moment, Song Yan hadn’t yet realized the seriousness of the matter, as she calmly opened the letter, glanced at its contents, and then froze.

The short two lines on the paper struck her as if by thunder.

Song Yan forcibly suppressed the joy in her heart, starting to check the handwriting, ink, paper, and other details.

The handwriting was indeed the Princess’s. She had mimicked the Princess’s writing countless times and could remember every little habit when the Princess wrote.

The ink seemed to be two days old, matching the time taken for a letter from the Capital to get here.

Finally... the Princess loved to place a dried flower in her letters.

Song Yan searched the bamboo tube and indeed found a small dried flower.

Tears fell without warning, dripping onto the letter paper, and Song Yan quickly wiped them away, but still one word was smudged.

To my dear husband:

The long dream has passed, all is well, hoping for your return.

The character for "husband" was smudged. It should be fine, right?

Song Yan acted as if nothing had happened, putting the letter away.

"Where is Wen Ranchen now?"

"General Wen..."

Song Yan and Wen Ranchen’s thoughts were in perfect harmony, both heading towards each other’s location. With mutual pursuit, the two armies met within half a day.

Wen Ranchen was on this side, Song Yan on the other.

The two of them sat on horseback, exchanged glances, noticing each other’s unprecedented radiance, both sly old foxes understanding without words.

Song Yan: The Princess indeed sent the letter to the wrong person.

Wen Ranchen: Xian’er indeed sent the letter to the wrong person.

Song Yan maintained a high and cold demeanor, "You read it?"

Wen Ranchen nodded, just as aloof, "You read it too?"

Song Yan also nodded, "Then we owe each other nothing."

After a few words reaching consensus, the two simultaneously drew a letter from their bosoms.

With the speed of lightning, they made the solemn exchange, and both couldn’t wait to open the letter that truly belonged to them.

Then, one household was happy, the other worried.

Song Yan: The Prince wrote me so much, hahaha, the Prince wants to drink wine with me! The Prince is inviting me to enjoy the flowers! The Prince misses me! I need to go back quickly!!

Wen Ranchen: Why is it so little, why is it so little, why is it so little, why is it so little, why is it so little.

If Wen Ranchen had never seen Song Yan’s letter, he wouldn’t have felt so imbalanced.

Wen Ranchen felt aggrieved.

He wanted to hurry back and have Xian’er write him a longer letter.

Wen Ranchen and Song Yan exchanged a glance and gave simultaneous orders to advance at full speed.

These two often reach consensus in strange situations.

...

Shen Jingxian was sleeping soundly, when she was suddenly awakened by a sneeze.

She didn’t open her eyes, just tightened the quilt around her.

Soon, she was pulled out of bed by the Empress.

Reason: Wen Ranchen and Song Yan have arrived in the Capital, and are twenty miles away.

More direct words: Get up and receive the guests.

Shen Jingxian, startled, hurriedly rose to wash up despite her sleepiness.

According to the Empress’s description, this was the smoothest she had ever seen Shen Jingxian get up.

"Mother, can I wear white!"

"Er Ya looks good in anything."

"Then I’ll wear red, hehe."

——

"Have you heard, General Wen is back."

"I know, in just a few months, he conquered the world. Who would believe it if said aloud!"

"I say, it still depends on the Princess."

"General Wen is skilled in both literature and martial arts! He can be considered a match for the Princess!"

"You shut up, is it up to you to say whether they’re a match?!"

The citizens received the news quickly, and it wasn’t long before everyone knew of General Wen and Supervisor Song’s victorious return to court.

Soon, every household hung red lanterns at their door, and the streets were packed and buzzing with excitement.

Shen Jingxian sat in the carriage, watching the joyful expressions of the surrounding citizens, and her own happiness was stirred.

Unknowingly, this place had become her true home.

She wondered what reaction Song Yan and Wen Ranchen would have upon seeing her.

When Shen Jingxian arrived at the city gate, she had just gotten off the carriage and saw Wen Ranchen appearing at the entrance riding a tall horse, wearing glorious attire, with a stern and resolute face.

The crowd erupted into cheers, with many women expressing admiration.

No matter how noisy it was, Shen Jingxian quickly noticed that Wen Ranchen was looking in her direction first.

Soon, Song Yan behind Wen Ranchen also spotted her.

Shen Jingxian smiled and waved at them, but before she could finish, she found herself in a warm embrace.

Shen Jingxian: ?

What’s going on? Teleportation? So fast? Appeared in an instant.

"Xian’er..." Wen Ranchen’s somewhat trembling voice came from above, sounding like he was crying.

Shen Jingxian smiled, thinking how could such a big person act spoiled in front of so many people, come on, you’re a general.

"Yes, I’m here."

"Xian’er."

"Yes, it’s me."

"I missed you so much."

"Mm-hmm, I know."

Shen Jingxian hugged Wen Ranchen back, patting his back, as if comforting a child.

In this moment, although the surroundings were noisy, in their eyes there was only each other.

Wen Ranchen buried his head in Shen Jingxian’s neck, crying endlessly like a child.

Shen Jingxian could clearly feel her shoulder gradually getting wet.

To preserve the dignity of this general, Shen Jingxian could only hold Wen Ranchen tightly and quietly appreciate her clothes for their good absorption today.

Wen Ranchen cried for a long, long time, yet no one came to interrupt their embrace.

People have an instinct for avoiding harm, and somehow the crowd felt that disrupting their embrace would lead to bad things.

Only one person wouldn’t have such concerns, and that was the independent and bold Song Yan.

"Are you done crying? If you’re done, let me cry for a bit."

Wen Ranchen heard Song Yan’s words but didn’t move, continuing to hang onto Shen Jingxian’s shoulders, gripping tightly around her waist as if in defiance.

Shen Jingxian secretly pinched Wen Ranchen’s waist, indicating a lack of manners!

She gestured to Song Yan with her other shoulder, "Sister Yan, why don’t you use this side to cry?"

Song Yan glanced, "Alright."

As she bore the tears of two people, Shen Jingxian silently looked up.

She wondered if she would drown in tears.