Transmigrator meets Reincarnator

Ch. 281 and Ch. 282

He Changdi and Chu Lian had only just returned to the capital after many days of travel, so Matriarch He didn't keep the couple for too long. After they were done with dinner, she instructed them to return to their courtyard early to rest.

The young couple then escorted Countess Jing'an on the way out of Qingxi Hall.

Since the main guests of the family banquet had left, there was no reason for the other family members to outstay their welcome.

It was He Erlang who bid his goodbyes first. Following that, He Dalang stood up with a flourish of his robes, bowed towards the matriarch, and left the parlour just like that. Madam Zou bit her lip after watching He Dalang's burly silhouette disappear behind the curtains of the entrance. Finally, she let Senior Servant Qiao help her up and they left together.

Only Matriarch He, He Ying, and Miss Pan were left in the originally lively parlour.

Matriarch He waved at her daughter in dismissal. "It's getting late. Why don't you go to bed too?"

He Ying had been intending to stay back to discuss something with her mother. However, seeing the fatigue on her mother's face, she swallowed her words. She bobbed her goodbye together with her daughter, Pan Nianzhen, and left.

By the time He Changdi and Chu Lian left Countess Jing'an's courtyard, it was already dark.

There were lanterns hanging on either side of the path, lighting up the estate with a warm glow.

Xiyan and the other servants followed behind the young couple.

After experiencing what had happened earlier, Xiyan kept her eyes on the ground and walked slowly, lagging behind her masters until there was some distance between them. She had trained the younger maidservants behind her well enough that they understood her actions and followed exactly as she did.

He Changdi held onto Chu Lian's soft little hand and walked in front of her. It was still February, so the night was a little cold.

Chu Lian's hand was completely enveloped by He Changdi's. She held up the hem of her heavy dress with one hand and stumbled occasionally as she was tugged along by him.

She wanted to pull her hand out from his hold, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

He Changdi suddenly paused in his steps and glanced at her, his eyes a pair of bottomless wells. Chu Lian looked up and caught sight of his pressed lips before her hand was abruptly released.

In the midst of her surprise, He Sanlang had already bent down and grabbed hold of her slender waist with one arm while the other went under her knees. Following that, with a slight application of force, Chu Lian was now curled up in his arms in a bridal carry.

Chu Lian let out a gasp in shock. When she finally regained her senses, she beat at his solid chest with a tiny fist, scolding him angrily. "He Changdi! What are you trying to do? Put me down now!"

He Sanlang looked down at the woman in his arms and lowered his head to plant a quick kiss on her soft, fair cheek. His magnetic voice rumbled close to her ear with a warning. "Behave yourself."

Chu Lian was extremely vexed, but she knew that hitting him was only going to make her hand hurt.

In the few months that they had grown close together, Chu Lian had already gotten a handle on his strange temperament.

Thus, she pleaded in a soft tone, "Husband, put me down and let me walk on my own. Xiyan and the others are right behind!"

When the two of them were alone, Chu Lian would rarely call him 'husband'. Most of the time, she simply addressed him as 'He Sanlang' or 'He Changdi'.