The iron gate creaked wide open the moment she got to the front. Two doormen gave her a bow as they said in unison, “You’ve come back, miss!”
Chen Rong nodded, knowing these people must’ve heard the noises outside and had been waiting behind the door. She hurried inside and to her own courtyard.
It was late; besides a few scattered lanterns hung for decoration, there only existed the chirping of insects at the Chen estate.
Chen Rong’s pace quickened, rushing to her courtyard. When she got to the door, she pounded on it and called: “Old Shang, Nurse Ping, I’m back, open the door for me.”
Her loud call was resounding in the silent night. She hadn’t detected any movement inside her courtyard while a candle had already lit up in Chen Wei’s courtyard.
Chen Rong quickly hushed herself and just desperately continued to knock on the door.
Footsteps sounded.
“Who’s there?” Nurse Ping’s voice nervously asked from the other side of the door.
“It’s me.”
The nurse’s voice went hoarse, shakily asking: “Miss?”
“It’s me.”
The door opened to the nurse and Old Shang with a lantern raised, both thrilled to see her.
Their eyes moistened when they saw her bright and refreshed face. Nurse Ping quickly walked over and touched her face, gasping, “Miss, miss, have you really come back?”
“Yes, it’s me.” Chen Rong’s voice was similarly raspy. She had been thinking of them every day during her stay at the prince’s estate. To her, the two people standing here were even closer than her father and brother.