“Let him have a relationship with his daughter-in-law like any other family member, so he won't favor her and his heart will still be with me, his mother.”

"And the daughter-in-law, because I personally chose her, listens to me. Whatever I tell her to do, she does it. Isn't that wonderful?"

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruqing was even more surprised, her jaw almost dropping.

I really didn't expect my old self to have gone through such a tangled and even somewhat selfish journey!

Mrs. Sun gave a self-deprecating smile and continued, "I kept muttering these things to your father every day, and later your father scolded me, saying I was foolish. Who in the world would do something like this to their mother?"

“Even if Da An walks to the end of the sky, even if he marries the emperor’s daughter as his wife, he is still your son, the flesh and blood you carried for ten months in your womb!”

This bond between mother and son, thicker than water, can't be broken just by saying so.

“You parents should not expect to control your son for his whole life, taking care of everything for him. When he grows up, he won't be the same little boy who gets excited over a bowl of rice and a few chopsticks of oil-soaked fish. He's an adult now with his own path to walk.”

Besides, as his parents, we can't accompany him for his whole life. In the end, the one who will walk with him to the very last step is his wife.

"So, as parents, when it's time to let go, just let go. Don't overthink things or worry too much."

After Mrs. Sun finished speaking, she found that the carriage was silent.

Only Yang Ruqing in front of her was dumbfounded, staring at her.

"Why aren't you speaking? Am I wrong, Mother?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruqing finally came to her senses and couldn't help but clap for Mrs. Sun.

"Mother, you said it so well, oh no, Father said it so well!" she murmured.

“My knot in my heart has finally been untied, and I won't worry anymore. As long as Chen'er is well, I am happy.” she said.

A child's innocent companionship and care in their early years, when they grow up, a glamorous departure, allowing them to fly freely on their own...

Mom and Dad are just ordinary people, but they possess great wisdom.

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In this regard, she almost got herself into a real pickle.

After nearly twenty days of arduous travel, on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, which was Mid-Autumn Festival, Yang Ruqing and her party finally arrived at Weicheng, a few dozen miles outside the capital.

“Once we reach the Acropolis, we'll practically be in the capital. In at most two days, we'll arrive there.”

At night, everyone gathered at the inn to eat together. When it came time to eat mooncakes, Yang Ruohua excitedly told Mrs. Sun and the others.

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The Suns were all very excited. This trip had really been difficult, over a month on the road, bumping along all the way.

I just wanted to settle down peacefully and not hear the sound of wheels anymore.

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“In two days, I'll be able to see Dà'ān and Xiǎohuā. How wonderful,” said Mrs. Sun.

"But when I think about your father spending the Mid-Autumn Festival alone at home tonight, with cold food and an empty hearth, without anyone to talk to, it just makes me feel awful..."

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Little Duo also lightly pursed her lips and silently accompanied Mrs. Sun.

Xiaojie turned her head and looked out the window at the full moon. It had been more than a month since she came out, and she missed her parents and grandfather.

While Yang Ruqing also managed a strained smile.

Last night, she dreamed of the baby and Da Zhi again...

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Chen'er took the osmanthus wine in her hand and said to everyone, “The future is long. Ga-po, Mama, two aunts, we all shouldn't be sad. Today's separation is for a better reunion in the future.”

"Let's get together again next Mid-Autumn Festival. We'll have a big reunion then. As long as the green hills are there, we won't worry about running out of firewood, right? Smile!"

He said, breaking into a brilliant smile first himself.

It has to be said, Chen'er's smile is really very infectious.

Yang Ruqing's mood instantly improved.

And Mrs. Sun also raised her head to look at the grandson she had regained before her, smiling and saying: “We can’t be too greedy. Do you still remember those Mid-Autumn Festivals a few years ago when Chen'er hadn't been found?”

Yang Ruqing was stunned for a moment, then wryly smiled.

“How could you forget? Those years during the Mid-Autumn Festival, we weren't happy either. I would always think of Chen’er. After eating mooncakes, I just wanted to cry...”

Hearing this, Chen'er silently looked at Yang Ruqing, her eyes full of emotion.

Yang Ruoqing reached out and grasped Chen'er's hand, murmuring, "Now, my Chen'er is back, and she's here to celebrate with me."

“I should be content. After all, being apart from our family is only temporary; we'll be reunited soon.”

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“Thinking back to when Chen'er wasn’t around, holidays were a real torment. Now, it truly feels complete!” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Yang Ruqing said, and also raised the osmanthus wine in front of her, to Mrs. Sun and the others, "Mother, we should be content and happy in life. Come, let's drink osmanthus wine and eat mooncakes together!"

Changping Village, thousands of miles away.

On the Mid-Autumn night, although Dagu Sun and the others had already informed Yang Huazhong to come over and celebrate the festival with them beforehand, on that Mid-Autumn night, Yang Huazhong didn't visit any of their homes.

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At noon, he went to his niece Lan'er's place for lunch.

When he returned, Lan'er also packed a roasted chicken from the table for him to take back.

Besides, Lan'er also bought him mooncakes and osmanthus wine.

Yang Huazhong gave the same excuse to Da Sun and the others when they invited him for dinner tonight: "There's roast chicken, wine, and mooncakes. Tonight I just want to spend the festival quietly by myself. I won't go anywhere, thank you for your kindness."

At this moment, Yang Huazhong was alone in a room in the backyard, tearing at a roasted chicken leg and gulping down some osmanthus wine.

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Then, looking at the furniture in the room, at Mrs. Sun's clothes and shoes, she imagined where Mrs. Sun and her daughters might have gone by now?

Shouldn't it be almost time to reach the capital city?

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My grandson Chen'er went to chase after them, he should have already met up. Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wonder if they found a good inn to have a nice meal together?

A man fueled by resentment and loneliness, addicted to solitude, would eat a bite of chicken followed by a gulp of liquor.

I felt a little lightheaded and my body started to feel hot. My vision also began to blur.

Everything is doubled.

This is really funny, can osmanthus wine actually get someone drunk?

Yang Huazhong stood up and staggered toward the washbasin in the corner, wanting to splash some cold water on his face.

...but he found that there wasn't a single drop of water in the basin. He had no choice but to pull down the cloth and sling it over his shoulder, carrying the basin out of the room and toward the well in the backyard...

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As soon as I opened the door, I saw a woman standing at the entrance.

That back, tall and slender, with a woman's bun hairstyle, wearing a blue-bottom autumn clothing skirt.

At first glance, this back view actually looks exactly like Mrs. Sun's.

Yang Huazhong was startled and shouted to the back, "Qing'er's mother?"

That back moved, turned around, and it was a middle-aged woman.

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She raised her hand and smoothed her hair, then smiled sheepishly at Yang Huazhong. "Third Brother," she said, "I'm not Qing'er's mother, I'm Cui'er's mother!"

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