At the end of September, Zhang Yizhu and Helan Pei finally returned to the Capital City.
When they left the capital, the scorching sun was overhead; when they returned, a cold rain drizzled.
The reason they had been delayed on the road for so long was that Zhang Yizhu had sent people to sweep through the foreign markets along the southeastern coast, buying up all the throat-soothing medicine that Lu Shuo had once mentioned.
Helan Pei was still in low spirits. No matter what she did, she clung to a fine white porcelain bottle, because it was filled with seawater from the coast, which might contain a trace of his blood.
Now she could finally speak, but she rarely opened her mouth.
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