Two children left the room one after another, leaving only Yang Ruqing and Tuobu Xian, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, inside.

Yang Ruqing saw Tuo Ba Xian standing by the window. It was a cold winter night, and she, being elderly, feared the cold. Usually, the windows of this room were tightly shut.

But now things were different. The old woman actually pushed open the window and leaned against it, gazing up at the cold moon shining in the night sky.

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"The moon tonight is so big and round! It reminds me of many years ago, on a night just like this, I was sitting on the rooftop with him, looking at the moonlight…"

Hearing her mother-in-law's mumbling, Yang Ruqing's heart skipped a beat.

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>The "he" in the old woman's mouth, besides Tang Ya Zi's biological father, could not be anyone else.

Could it be... that this comb...?

Yang Ruqing remained silent. Instead, she turned and went to the bed, taking a cloak and gently draped it over Tuoba Xian's shoulders.

"Mother, it's getting cold. Perhaps we should return to the table and talk?" she asked cautiously.

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Tuoba Xian lightly shook her head, she turned her head to glance at Yang Ruohua and said, "Tonight, I suddenly feel like looking at the moon, like blowing the cold wind. I won't get cold, you don't have to worry about me."

After finishing, she turned around and gazed up at the moon, lost in thought.

Yang Ruqing quietly stood beside him, accompanying him.

From her angle, she saw that her mother-in-law was a little different than usual.

Tonight's granny, her face etched with worry, seems as if time has rewound, taking her back to her youthful days...

“Horses are far and wide, banners flutter in the wind. You travel east to Mount Dong, then back to Mount Dong again. Oh, how I wish you could soar forth, chasing the western wind.”

May I be like the stars, and you like the moon, shining brightly together every night. Though the moon may sometimes be hidden, the stars always shine; waiting for the moon's return, we shall share its fullness with three or five.

Grandma’s lips moved soundlessly, as if reciting a poem.

Please forgive Yang Ruohong, for her literary accomplishments are shallow and she doesn't quite understand the profound meanings hidden within those convoluted ancient poems. However, her ears are good and her memory is not bad, so there are two lines that she has heard clearly.

May I be like the stars, and you like the moon, shining brightly together every night.

Aren't these two sentences the ones inscribed on the handle of that sandalwood comb?

Was the mother-in-law moved by these two sentences? Did these two sentences have such magic power?

"Qing'er, you must be very curious right now, why I reacted so strangely to this comb when I saw it tonight, don't you?"

Tuoba Xian's voice echoed softly into Yang Ruqing's ears.

Yang Ruqing came to her senses. She looked up at the woman in front of her, "Mother, my daughter-in-law has a question in her heart, and I don't know if it's appropriate to ask."

I don't know, seeing my mother-in-law like this makes me a little uneasy.

I ask, yet fear I might touch upon a sore subject in my mother-in-law's heart.

Because Tang Ya Zi never mentioned his father when he was at home.

Even when he mentioned it, his face would be filled with anger, because he always felt that his father wasn't a real man, irresponsible, abandoning his wife and child for so many years without a word. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

He delayed his mother's life and left him without parents from a young age, to be ridiculed by others.

Therefore, whenever Luò Fēng Táng was at home, this topic about his father was never brought up.

"Ask me anything you like. Feng Tang is not at home, it's just the two of us, mother and daughter. There's no need to be reserved." tuo ba Xian said softly.

Yang Ruqing raised her lips, sensing that her mother-in-law was in desperate need of someone to listen to her.

This is the difference between men and women.

When men are upset, they will call a group of their buddies to go out for drinks and get completely drunk.

...When a woman has something on her mind, she'll call up a best friend, find a quiet place, order a cup of milk tea, and chatter incessantly for the whole day about it...

"Mother, if I haven't guessed wrong, the poem you recited just now should be related to my father-in-law, right?" asked Yang Ruqing.

"Yes, back then we were both young, unmarried. A gentleman's affections met with a maiden's willingness. It was truly like the moon and stars, so close and drawn to one another."

“Mother, that comb…” Yang Ruoqing paused, “That comb, the words on the comb, did they bring back memories for you?”

"Or perhaps you suspect the person who gave you the comb is an old acquaintance?" she probed further.

Tuoba Xian glanced at Yang Ruqing: "Feng Tang's father should be truly alive, otherwise, this comb wouldn't have ended up in my hands today."

"Mother, why are you so certain? Did you make some kind of agreement?" Yang Ruqing asked in surprise.

Tuoba Xian returned to the table, opened the lacquered box again, and picked up the comb, carefully stroking it in her hand.

“Back then, when our love was at its deepest, he even used to draw my eyebrows and do my makeup for me.” She murmured softly, her eyes gentle, a blush of youthful longing appearing on her face.

His identity was so noble, he was the Jade Prince of Qi, yet possessed an iron fist.

Among the princes, he was the most capable of ascending to the throne. Both within the court and among the people, there were widespread calls for him to become emperor.

"Not only were there countless noble and wealthy women from the Great Qi, Great Liao, and even surrounding smaller countries who desired to marry him and become his queen."

He always treats women coldly, though he calls himself the Jade-Faced Prince. But his jade is as cold as ice.

“But this is the very person who, unexpectedly, hit it off with me. We went sightseeing together, we enjoyed nature together..."

He did my makeup and drew my eyebrows, I cooked and brewed wine for him. We promised to watch the changing seasons together, to be like the sun, moon, stars, never parting ways.

"That time, he received the summons from his homeland and was about to go on an expedition. On that day, he did my makeup for me. Now, thinking back, it was the last time he ever did my makeup."

“A broken comb is not a good omen. Seeing my dejected expression, he comforted me, promising that when he returned victorious from the battlefield, he would personally carve a comb for me.”

“Etching the sun, moon, and stars on it, just like him and me...”

Speaking of this, Tubo Xian held a comb in both hands and gently placed it against her cheek.

It felt as if the hand brushing against my cheek wasn't a comb, but rather a warm, comforting touch.

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“But that time, he stood you up, right?” Yang Ruqing, who was just getting into the conversation, couldn't help but ask.

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Tuoba Xian raised her head and nodded lightly.

He never came back. From then on, for nearly thirty years of my life, he completely disappeared from it... She sighed softly.

Thirty years?

Yang Ruqing's brow furrowed.

No wonder Tang Ya'zi resented his father, how many people live to be thirty?

Time is meant to be cherished, not wasted.

“By then, I was six months pregnant. Every day, I would count on my fingers the days until his due date,” Tubo Xian continued.

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At that time, the world was in chaos. The previous peace was shattered, and war raged everywhere.

"I also received urgent secret messages from my father, each one more pressing than the last, urging me to return to Liao as quickly as possible."

“For him, I’ve been putting things off, procrastinating endlessly. All I can think about is giving birth to the child. As Da Liao’s eldest princess, returning with a large belly, what would Chen He say?”

“As labor neared, he still hadn't returned. Finally, out of desperation, I was forced to quietly return to the Great Liao.”

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