"Say, Qinger, would you also tell Ping'er something from me? Tell her not to overthink things. Bingbing is just a child after all, he doesn't understand. He'll grow up eventually and understand better. Just ask her to bear with it..." Zhou Sheng continued.

Yang Ruqing nodded and left.

Back home, she told Ping'er about it and couldn't help but speak of BingBing. Yang Ruqing sighed softly.

"It's a difficult situation for a stepmother, Ping’er. This is just the beginning, you have to mentally prepare yourself!" she said.

Ping'er smiled faintly and said, "The path I choose is my own. I will definitely walk it to the end. Besides, Zhou Shengge is a good person, and it's rare to find someone who is willing to accept Hua Hua."

"It's only three or five days until the 20th of next month! Time flies," she said.

Yang Ruqing said, "It's fine, after passing the Ming Road festival, we'll send the Dragon Boat Festival gifts, anyway, you two are keeping it simple, so you can get married at the end of May or early June."

Hearing the word 'marriage', Ping'er's cheeks flushed red, and she already bore the bashful air of a newlywed.

Seeing such a beautiful Ping'er, still a young maiden, to be honest, Yang Ruqing sincerely felt Zhou Sheng had struck gold.

If Yang's Mansion in Yuncheng from back then had still existed, Ping'er, even if she hadn't become Yang Zhengan's concubine, would have most likely been assigned a capable stewardess to manage the household affairs.

Everything, from food and clothing to shelter and daily necessities, would be far superior to being with Zhou Sheng.

But the wealth, it only brought a lifetime of servitude.

Unless the master shows mercy one day and emancipates you, which is highly unlikely in most cases.

If you are not strong, the master will drive you out or sell you; he will not keep you for nothing.

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You've done well, you've won over the master's heart. The master will be thinking about cultivating you to be a house slave in the future.

Let your child continue to serve the young mistress, or have your whole family serve as attendants when the young lady gets married.

All in all, a big "slave" still sits on top of my head!

So, marrying Zhou Sheng wasn't so bad after all, at least he was a commoner.

Children born later can also take the imperial examination to retire in honor.

In the blink of an eye, it was April 20th. Zhou Sheng invited his former headman, Wang Hongtao, and the current headman, Yang Huazhong, to act as matchmakers and make his relationship with Ping'er official.

After passing the betrothal ceremony, it's time to discuss the marriage.

The media representatives sat together to discuss and decided on May 20th, a month from now.

A month of preparation time is enough.

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It's almost the Dragon Boat Festival. This morning, a light rain washed away the stuffiness from last night, leaving the air fresh and fragrant with the subtle scent of gardenia.

Yang Ruqing sent her three children to the old maple tree at the village entrance early in the morning. She watched them go to school and turned back home to prepare for soaking glutinous rice, getting ready for making zongzi for the upcoming Dragon Boat Festival.

As soon as I got to the backyard, I saw the little dog puppy named 'Hairball' that Xiaqin and Dama had brought over a few days ago for Chen'er and Baby to play with. It was chasing a pigeon all over the yard.

The place was in complete chaos, with people running around like headless chickens.

The pigeon was also strange. No matter how Maoqiu chased it or barked at it, it just wouldn't fly away.

When it was really annoyed by the ball of fur, it would flap its wings and fly to the gardenia tree in the yard, standing there with its head cocked and staring around with a pair of big round eyes.

“Qing’er, come up with a way to catch that pigeon. Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and we can make a goji berry pigeon soup for the children!”

Wang Cuilian came over from there, carrying a bamboo pole and a net in her hand—the kind that Luo Baobao and the others used to catch butterflies and dragonflies in spring. She lowered her voice and said to Yang Ruqing,

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Yang Ruqing, however, made a shushing gesture towards Wang Cuilian. Then, with lightning speed, she darted past and snatched the pigeon that was pecking at its own wing feathers right out of the air.

"Haha, still Qing'er you are amazing, you caught it in one go."

Wang Cuilian exclaimed with joy.

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The ball of fluff also got excited, wriggling its round body and wagging its short tail around Yang Ruohua's feet in circles.

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"Get lost, this pigeon isn't for you to play with."

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Yang Ruqing lightly kicked Maoqiu, who rolled to the ground and began gnawing on Yang Ruqing's shoes.

Yang Ruqing didn't have time to worry about managing finances. She reached out and patted the soft, fluffy body of the pigeon beneath her hand...

Her eyes flashed as her finger brushed against something foreign. She pulled out a bamboo tube, thinner than her little finger, and from it extracted a sheet of paper compressed to its absolute limit.

Seeing the tiny pattern of a flower, almost like a bump, carved on the bamboo tube, Yang Ruohua's heart beat faster.

Gardenia!

Her favorite flower!

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This is Tang Yazi's letter home, a secret one!

Using gardenias as a mark was their secret pact, a knowledge shared by none other in the world.

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"Qinger, this is..." Wang Cuilian also came to Yang Ruqing's side and saw the letter in her hand. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Yang Ruqing said, "Auntie, this is a carrier pigeon sent back by Tang Ya Zi."

"Tang YaZi?" Wang Cui Lian's eyes instantly lit up.

“Look, see what they're saying! When will he be back?” Wang Cuilian added.

Yang Ruqing nodded and then, in front of Wang Cuilian, unfolded the letter paper.

Anyway, Granny Wang Cuilian can't read anyway, so it doesn't matter if you look at it in front of her.

Because the paper was smaller, even though Luofeng Tang used the smallest possible brush when writing letters, there were still limitations.

But these few words brought Yang Ruqing a huge amount of information.

First, it was a reply to her previous letter where she shared good news and provided some details about Chen'er.

A word: My son has returned, great joy, great fortune, Heaven blesses my son, thankfulness!

Fourteen short words, yet Yang Ruqing felt the emotion behind the letter. As he wrote these words, his heart pounded with excitement.

Because she herself went through the same experience, it's truly heartbreaking to think about the feelings of parents everywhere!

Then he revealed a second piece of information to her.

That was his good news.

“Auntie, the young man said that they have won several battles in a row. They drove the enemy back as early as late February and March.”

"Really? That's wonderful!" Wang Cuilian said excitedly.

"Are Tang Ya Zi and Xiao An alright? Did they get hurt?" Wang Cuilian asked again.

"Well, that's all good."

On the battlefield, this phrase "It's all good" is just a way to comfort the elders back home.

On the real battlefield, with the clash of blood and fire, every day, almost every hour, every moment could be a brush with death.

Although he didn't die, it's certain that he suffered some injuries. It's not like he was in a place of comfort and luxury.

Of course, Yang Ruqing's kind deception toward Wang Cuilian, Tang YaZi also kindly deceived her in the letter.

Since everyone is fine, the battle has been won, and the enemy has been driven away, then Tang YaZi and Xiao An should be coming back now, right?

Wang Cui Lian's questioning voice pulled Yang Ruo Qing's thoughts back.

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