"Senior Brother, why have you seemed so melancholic lately?"
"Are you feeling homesick?"
It was an afternoon three years later.
Jiang Tianshu and Fang Yan were sitting in the imperial palace's back garden, playing chess, drinking tea, and chatting.
Fang Yan nodded. "Yes, I miss my wife. If that matter three years ago had succeeded, our child would be over two years old by now."
Chapter 921