Qin Jianfu's return caused an uproar, its momentum tremendous.
Most of the residents of Liangjing City looked up in curiosity.
Qin Residence.
Within a heavily guarded loft.
As soon as Li Shida and Gao Yi heard the commotion, before they could react and go out to greet him,
they discovered an old man in official attire had suddenly appeared at the door.
"Teacher."
"Prime Minister."
Li Shida and Gao Yi hurriedly paid their respects.
Qin Jianfu, without a word, swept his sleeve and strode straight towards the bed.
At this moment, his hair was disheveled, no longer the meticulousness of before, and his once neat and tidy purple official robe was now full of wrinkles.
Qin Jianfu paid no attention to the two men, his gaze entirely focused on his beloved son.
He sat down directly beside the bed, took a careful look, and let out a sigh of relief, then cautiously propped up the unconscious upper body of Qin Ji.