Everlasting

Chapter 17

Few days later:

The well lit boat sailed towards the deep forest with two people. One slept peacefully on the other's lap.

Having a little discomfort the older one complained, "Your hug is crushing me."

"Zhan-ge," Wang Yibo smiled as he looked down at the sleepy head, "You're finally awake."

All the other boats sailed a little faster.

"Did I sleep long?" Asked Zhan.

"Very long. Stop pretending now."

"Black's fault." Whined Zhan, "He keeps winning against me. I should bet another time again and win against him."

"You can't!" Came a shout from a nearby boat that definitely sounded very happy.

Xiao Zhan had regained consciousness on their way out of Nan. Crying while he was asleep, Yibo could only hug him all the way.

That day he finally had no tears when he woke up making Yibo a little relieved. Not knowing his conscious tears would hurt him more.

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Soon they reached the port from where Wang Yibo carried Zhan to the little house that Song Lan had prepared for the two.

"We will be nearby. Once you guys rest well, we can tour around. This whole forest is filled with many bases and villages. Only one route in and out." Song Lan informed.

"As expected by you. Always meticulous." Yibo praised earning a pinch from awoken Zhan who very well wanted more sleep.

"Ouch!"

Song Lan left chuckling as he let the two have their long reunion.

"By the way, the two lookalikes who you brought to North did a good job. They were able to lure the Emperor's messenger towards Sai Savannah. Just like how they lured them away from Pentagon palace." Song Lan added as he walked out the door.

"Good for now."  Yibo replied covering Zhan with quilt.

Haoxuan, "as this is the safest place, mive freely. Nobody will disturb you unless you walked out the door."

Understanding Yibo nodded, "Nobody will get inside your house."

"We won't come to yours too. Unless you invite us."

Earning a smack from Song Lan, Haoxuan and he walked out.

Black and Zhang bowed and left who stood there silent.

With exhaustion, Yibo simply laid besides the sleepy head who instantly snuggled into his arms.

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Zhongyang:

A messenger hurried and knelt in front of the Empress who was coughing very badly. Before he could even sincerely greet the lady behind the curtains asked, "Where are they?"