Unless there was something unavoidable, he would definitely go to great lengths to come back and spend the Lunar New Year with his family.

Across from him, Muzukashigawa, who had been fiddling with the teacup lid, suddenly put it back.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed.

"What? What did you think of?" Yang Ruoqing asked hurriedly.

Mu Zi Chuan said: "Before I returned, there were news from the north of Daliao that their soldiers were getting restless at the border between our two countries."

And since the Liao army mutinied four years ago, the emperor's uncle, King Yu, has held the young emperor hostage and commanded the various lords in the north. For these past few years, there has been constant fighting between the different factions.

Your Majesty the Prince?

Yang Ruqing frowned.

Isn't that the trashy Uncle Emperor, Tuo Ba Yu, who took advantage of his mother-in-law, Tuo Ba Xian, following Yan Huai An's merchant caravan to sneak south and see Luo Feng Tang, and kidnapped her nephew, the young emperor, while she was gone!

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Damn you, ambitious wretch!

Across from him, Mu Ziquan's voice followed: "In the past, when Da Liao was governed by Lady Xian, it signed a thirty-year truce with our Great Qi."

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“The two countries have always been friendly neighbors, and the border has been peaceful.”

But in recent two years, since Tuo Ba Yu came to power, it seems to have sent a message that is not very friendly.

“I guess the Emperor must have heard the rumors, so at the end of the year, he summoned all the generals to the capital to discuss this matter!”

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After listening to Mu Zichuan's analysis, Yang Ruoqing felt that it might really be the case.

“Feng Tang is the youngest and most capable general in Da Qi. The cavalry he trains, the Luojia army, is the sharpest blade in the Da Qi military, a lethal weapon against the enemy.”

And furthermore, Brother Fengtang himself distinguished himself during the early spring hunt by protecting the imperial procession.

“Now, war may break out in the north again, so Your Majesty urgently summoned Feng Tang to the capital to discuss important matters. Since military secrets are involved, and there is a fear that carrier pigeons might be intercepted by malicious individuals along the way, Feng Tang cannot elaborate in detail in the letter.”

After listening to Mu Zichuan's analysis, Yang Ruohua nodded silently.

To be honest, I think so too. Otherwise, given his personality, he wouldn't possibly skip Chinese New Year without giving a detailed explanation. She said.

Mu Zichuan nodded. "Yes, so Qinger, don't overthink things. Focus on preparing for the New Year. I believe Fengtang will come back to be with you all once he finishes his work."

Yang Ruqing smiled, "Well, he's not home, but I'll still make sure to prepare for the New Year properly and let both sides of the family, the elderly and children, have a lively and happy celebration."

But, someone far away in the north, you're destined to miss coming back this year.

When you're out there, please take good care of yourself.

When he came out of Muzi's study, the sky was gradually darkening.

Mrs. Liu had also come down from the loom and was tying on her apron, preparing to cook dinner for the night.

Seeing Yang Ruqing come out, Liu's widow said, "Ruqing, why don't you have dinner here tonight?"

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "Thank you, Mother-in-law, for the invitation to stay, but I can't. My family is waiting for me to go back and talk."

Mrs. Liu no longer insisted, and the three of them went out of the main room together. Outside in the courtyard, the sky was dark and gloomy.

These two days, there has been a strong north wind blowing constantly. When I came here before, it was snowing tiny ice particles.

It started to snow lightly.

Mu Zichuan glanced at Yang Ruqing's side and found that she had not brought an umbrella.

"Qinger, wait a moment. I'll go back inside to get an umbrella and bring it to you." he said.

Without waiting for Yang Ruqing's response, he turned and went back into the house.

Here, Mrs. Liu took Yang Ruqing's hand and winked at her.

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Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then she understood that Liu's widow wanted to speak to her privately, and she wanted to avoid Mu Zichuan.

She smiled in understanding and followed the widow Liu into the kitchen at the side.

"Auntie, just say what you want to say." She said with a smile.

But Liu the widow couldn't laugh. She glanced toward the main room and then lowered her voice to Yang Ruohua, saying, "Ruohua, you help your godmother persuade Zichuan."

“Another year has passed, and he's almost 24.”

“The other children in the village who are his age are all seven or eight years old, but he hasn't even had a hint of a marriage arranged. This really worries people.”

Upon hearing Liu's widow's words, Yang Ruqing also suddenly realized that Mu Zichuan was indeed old.

In modern society, twenty-four is still considered a young man. He just graduated from university.

But this was ancient times, when girls became adults at fourteen and could be betrothed and married, while boys of fifteen or sixteen could become fathers.

Both grandparents were in their thirties, young adults.

Even though Luofeng Tang, like her, got married and had children late in life, he delayed it all for her.

But now, Luo Fengtang, who is the same age as Mu Zichuan, has children who are almost three years old.

While Mukizuka remained solitary, it was no wonder that Mrs. Liu felt anxious.

"Mother-in-law, don't worry. Zi Chuan was busy studying before, now he is dedicated to his work. He is at the age where he is valued and trusted, with a bright future ahead!"

"Oh my!" cried Mrs. Liu, shaking her head. "Even if the future is bright, to be frank, what difference does it make even if one becomes emperor?"

"Not even a wife or half a child, being emperor or Taishang Huang is tasteless."

“Qing’er, you absolutely must help me persuade Zichuan. He listens to you. If you tell him to get married, he will definitely agree. When I speak to him, he just nods along but then ignores it completely. It’s useless! I'm so worried I think my hair is turning white.”

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Liu the widow brushed at her temples, letting Yang Ruqing have a look. Oh dear, it seemed she had indeed turned quite white!

Yang Ruqing was secretly shocked. This was truly hair turning white out of anxiety.

Parental love is the greatest in the world.

"Auntie, don't worry, I'll persuade him on my way back later." Yang Ruqing said.

Mrs. Liu nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with gratitude.

“But you see, these matters of love and fate sometimes depend on destiny. You can’t force it, even if you try.” Yang Ruqing continued.

Speaking of this fate, Mrs. Liu's face dimmed several points, and her eyes were filled with countless guilt.

"If I hadn't been so materialistic back then and let him marry you, things wouldn't have gotten this bad." she said.

Yang Ruqing curled her lips, "This can't be said to be your favoritism, mother. If I were you, I wouldn't agree to let my hard-raised excellent son marry a crazy, fat and ugly woman as his wife either."

These words were Yang Ruqing's later realization.

At first, I also harbored some resentment towards Liu the widow, and even more so towards Mu Ziquan.

Perhaps it was because I had just crossed over, the emotions of the host before his death were still very strong within me.

So...

Time flies, it's been almost seven years now. Time can heal many things.

After that, Liu the widow and Mu Zichuan indeed got better...

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Yang Ruqing still wanted to persuade him a few more times, at this time, Mu Zichuan came out of the main hall, holding two umbrellas in his hand.

"Qing'er, where are you?" He looked around.

"Well then, here I come," Yang Ruqing said, and then she came out.

Mu Zi Chuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "What were the two of you whispering about in the kitchen?"

Liu, the widow, stood at the threshold of the kitchen, a little flustered.

Yang Ruqing then smiled and said, "Let's just chat about some everyday things. When we get the umbrella, we can leave."

Mu Zi Chuan nodded and handed the umbrella to Yang Ruo Qing.

As Yang Ruoqing took the umbrella, she thought to herself, if it were Luofengtang, he would definitely open the umbrella before giving it to her.

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Or, two people could share an umbrella.

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