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.