After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Two streaks of light landed outside the gates of Chang'an.

The general guarding the city was inspecting the city's defenses when he looked up and saw the two familiar figures. He immediately smiled.

"The city lord is back! The city lord's wife is back too!"

That shout was full of energy and carried all the way from the city gate into the city.

People on the street turned their heads, and several women picking out fruit at a stall stood on tiptoe to look in this direction, their faces breaking into smiles.

The patrolling soldiers stopped and saluted in unison towards the city gate.

Cang Yao stood beside Jiang Yan. Upon hearing the words "City Lord's Wife," she pursed her lips and her eyebrows curved into two shallow crescent moons.

She always appreciated this title, no matter how many times she heard it.

The two walked through the main street toward the city lord's mansion, and people kept greeting them along the way.

Jiang Yan smiled and nodded in response to each one.

Inside the main hall of the city lord's mansion, Yu Qian was reviewing official documents at his desk. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, immediately put down his pen, stood up, and bowed: "My lord, my lady, you're back."

Jiang Yan walked over and flipped through the pile of official documents on the table; each item was handled in an orderly manner.

Yu Qian had handled government affairs for him when he was in Yunzhou Prefecture, and he was still just as worry-free now that he was in Chang'an.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days." Jiang Yan closed the booklet.

"It's my duty." Yu Qian bowed slightly and then reported on all the major and minor affairs in the city during this period.

Chang'an City currently has nearly four million residents, more than 90% of whom are human.

The number of people coming to join us these days is larger than before the war, including many powerful families who have been rooted in the Demon Realm for generations.

Previously, these aristocratic families mostly adopted a wait-and-see attitude towards Chang'an. However, after the Battle of Xuankong Mountain, their attitude skipped the probing and hesitation and they all began to relocate.

Jiang Yan leaned back in her chair and nodded.

He and Cang Yao found an open space in the backyard of the city lord's mansion and took out the teleportation array disk that Ruoshui had given them from their storage bags.

Cang Yao embedded the array pivot into the foundation, and Jiang Yan adjusted the array's base, deftly embedding the spirit stones one by one into the array plate's grooves.

As the last spirit stone was placed, the dark blue array patterns on the base lit up one by one, and ripples spread through the space.

Not long after.

A flash of light appeared, and a soldier wearing Tushan-style armor appeared on the teleportation array.

He first looked around blankly, then looked down at his hands, and after confirming that all four limbs were intact, he bowed with a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yan and Cang Yao exchanged a glance and smiled; it seemed they had succeeded.

The two stepped into the teleportation array at the same time.

Everything before my eyes was blurry, but when the light faded, the scene that became clear again was the altar in the side hall of the Tushan royal capital.

Ruoshui was standing next to the teleportation array, dressed in a red palace gown, with fox ears peeking out from her hair and swaying gently.

Upon seeing Jiang Yan's figure appear in the formation, her fox-like eyes suddenly lit up, and she pounced on him like a cannonball, grabbing his arm with such force that Jiang Yan took half a step back.

"It's a success!!" She looked up at him, her face full of undisguised excitement, her fox tail swaying rapidly behind her.

Jiang Yan looked down at her face, which was full of smugness.

He reached out and gently rubbed her fox ears, nodding with a smile.

The next step was the relocation of the clan.

Jiang Yan instructed Jiang Wuchen and his mother to lead the core clan members as the first group to be teleported. Dozens of members of the Jiang family lined up and stepped into the teleportation array.

Tu Shan Ruoshui naturally followed.

According to her, since the teleportation array has been built, it will only take a blink of an eye to get from Chang'an to Tushan.

"Stay in Chang'an for three days, then go back for one day. Let Father keep an eye on things for a while."

When she spoke of "Father," her tone was particularly assertive.

Before Jiang Yan could speak, her mother pulled Ruoshui to her side, saying, "The child can stay as long as she wants. Why do you care so much?"

Ruoshui peeked half her head out from behind Jiang's mother and made a face at him.

Jiang Yan rubbed his temples, resigned to his fate.

He settled his parents in a separate courtyard on the east side of the city lord's mansion, and then called Zhou Caiwei and Jian Li over to introduce them.

Zhou Caiwei maintained her usual aloof demeanor, but a rare hint of restraint appeared on her face when she faced Jiang's mother, and her voice was several tones softer than usual: "Hello, Auntie."

Jian Li gripped the scabbard tightly, looked up at Jiang's mother, her expression revealing a hint of barely concealed nervousness. After a long while, she managed to stammer out, "Hello, Auntie."

The voice was at least half as quiet as usual, and the ears were slightly red.

Ao Tianxin leaned against a pillar in the corridor. They had met before, so she nodded slightly.

Looking at the two girls in front of her, Zhou Caiwei was aloof and ethereal, while Jian Li was lively and adorable. Jiang's mother smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly.

She took Zhou Caiwei's hand, her gaze lingering on that aloof face before settling on Jian Li's small hand tightly gripping the scabbard.

When Zhou Caiwei's mother grasped her hand, she froze for a moment, and then a faint blush crept onto her ears.

Jiang's mother saw this, patted her hand discreetly, and then turned to talk to Jian Li.

After being asked a few casual questions, Jian Li's tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

After arranging these things, Jiang Yan went to the main hall.

Even with Yu Qian overseeing things, there are still many things he needs to handle personally after being away for so many days.

The approval of the third phase of the city defense plan, the resettlement and allocation of newly registered prominent families, the inscription of the expanded monument to heroes, and so on.

He sat down and began reviewing the documents one by one, quickly getting into work mode.

Jiang's mother and Jiang Wuchen stayed in the prepared courtyard.

Jiang's mother sat by the couch, her expression somewhat strange.

"Old man," she said in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you notice? The way Zhou Caiwei looked at our son was off."

Jiang Wuchen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and didn't reply.

"That look in her eyes was exactly the same as when Ruoshui looked at Yan'er, just staring straight at her without blinking." Mother Jiang continued, counting on her fingers, "And Jian Li, Yan'er's apprentice, the way she looked at Yan'er was exactly the same as when Xiao Xiao looked at Yan'er."

Jiang Wuchen's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

"And another thing," Mother Jiang lowered her voice even further, "that Senior Ao, she usually looks at others with a detached gaze, but when she looks at Yan'er, that look—I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's definitely not just the look of admiration for a junior. She has the highest cultivation level among that group, but she's also the one who can't hide it the most."

"Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Wuchen put down his teacup. "What is Senior Ao's status?"

"What's with all this talk about status?" Jiang's mother scolded, then muttered to herself, "Anyway, these girls are all quite outstanding and good, I have no objections."

Jiang Wuchen looked at his wife and shook his head helplessly.

He simply couldn't imagine such a person becoming his daughter-in-law.

The next morning, Cangyao and Ruoshui took Jiang's parents on a tour of Chang'an.

The four walked along the main street toward the center of the city. Jiang Wuchen looked at the bustling crowds on both sides of the street, the well-arranged market layout, the vendors hawking their wares along the street, and the neat rows of patrolling soldiers. His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Jiang Wuchen stopped in front of the nearly ten-zhang-tall sculpture in the center of the city.

He looked up at the stone statue of Jiang Yan holding a sword forward, which was exactly how his son looked on the battlefield.

Jiang Wuchen stared at the stone-carved face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out.

Those wrinkles are filled with a father's pride in his son, a pride that cannot be hidden.

On the third day, Zhou Caiwei and Jian Li also joined the group of people accompanying them on their shopping trip.

Zhou Caiwei wore a simple light blue dress today, while Jian Li wore light blue. The two followed on either side of Mother Jiang.

"Auntie, look at this!" "Auntie, there's a sugar figurine over there—"

Jiang's mother happily agreed, looking left and right.

On the fourth day, the teleportation array lit up.

Cang Xiaoxiao stepped out of the formation, her blue dress and braid swaying back and forth, and walked up to Jiang Yan, looking up at him.

Pointing in the direction of the teleportation array, she said cheerfully, "Brother Lin Chu, I've already arranged for someone to make a replica and place it in the Dragon Court. We'll be able to teleport directly to the Dragon Court in a while."

After saying that, she turned around and ran towards Jiang's mother. Before she even arrived, her voice preceded her, "Auntie—"

So the group of people accompanying the tour gained another lively turtle.

On the fifth day, Ao Tianxin suddenly put down her wine glass, stood up and said, "I also want to go out for a walk."

Cang Yao turned to look at the teacher, while Ao Tianxin returned the gaze without changing his expression.

"It's just that I haven't really explored the area properly since I came here."

……

Thus, a peculiar scene appeared in Chang'an City.

A group of women with exquisite looks and different temperaments surrounded a middle-aged couple, leisurely strolling through various markets.

Many passersby quietly peered in.

"Those must be the city lord's parents?"

"Yes, yes, I heard they just moved here from Tushan."

"Look at those women over there, they're all Lord Jiang's women!"

"As expected of our city lord!"

"That one in white is good-looking too! But she looks like someone you don't want to mess with..."

"Do you know who she is? The ruler of the Dragon Court!"

"People here say that it would be strange if a city lord's harem wasn't lively."

The group listened to these words.

Cang Yao smiled slightly, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Ruoshui raised her chin, her fox tail swaying leisurely, as if she had included herself among the hosts of Chang'an City.

Zhou Caiwei's ears turned red again. She remained silent and continued on her way.

Xiao Xiao lowered her head and whispered something in Jian Li's ear, making the little girl's face turn red.

Ao Tianxin walked at the very back, her gaze fixed on the statue of Jiang Yan in the distance, without uttering a word.

Jiang Wuchen and his mother were surrounded in the center, their expressions quite subtle, a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

Jiang's mother quietly tugged at Jiang Wuchen's sleeve: "Old man, it seems like all these people have tacitly agreed, even Senior Ao is no exception."

Jiang Wuchen coughed twice: "Don't overthink it."

"I don't really want to think about it too much." Looking at the backs of the girls in front of her, Jiang's mother couldn't help but start to worry.

"We only have a few family heirlooms, it seems like there aren't enough to go around, what should we do?"

Jiang Wuchen was silent for a while, then comforted her, "That's enough. We still have the things passed down from our ancestors. If it's really not enough, I'll have the family craftsmen make a few more."

Jiang's mother nodded, then hesitated again: "The styles have to be different, and each one has to have a meaning. Sigh, I'll have to think about it carefully later."

Jiang Wuchen looked at his wife's serious and worried expression and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The girls walked ahead, keeping their eyes straight ahead, pretending they hadn't heard anything.