Qing Ziyuan also raised his head.

Behind Prince Yu, the young man's eyes were red and his lips were tightly pursed. It was obvious that he was trying his best to control his emotions. This was... his younger brother Qing Zhan!

Qing Ziyuan also stood there in a daze.

He traveled thousands of miles back from the border, spending days and nights on horseback, just because he learned of his brother's death, and he came back to seek justice for his brother.

He saw his haggard father and his sick mother.

But now, his brother is alive again.

"Zhan, Zhan'er?"

Qing Leishan was speechless. Was he hallucinating? Why was his second son, who had died, resurrected? He had seen his second son's body with his own eyes. What was going on now?

He shook his head and opened his eyes, but the person was still there.

"Dad, big brother... I'm not dead, I'm back."

Unable to hold back any longer, Qing Zhan spoke with a sob.

Although the voice was a little dry, it was a familiar voice, belonging to the child of their Qing family.

Even Qing Leishan, who was the best at suppressing his emotions, finally couldn't hold it back at this moment. He ran forward a few steps, rushed in front of Qing Zhan, touched his face, pressed his shoulders, and confirmed that all this was not a dream, that this was really his second son, that his second son was not dead, and that he was back!

Bang. Bang.

He punched him on the shoulder once, twice, but he didn't dare use too much force. It was just a way for an old father to vent his emotions.

Because he had not forgotten the shattered look of his second son when the accident happened in the wooden house, he was shocked and excited, and he was reluctant to use all his strength when punching.

"You little bastard, you're still alive, why didn't you inform your family? Do you know that your mother and I..."

I couldn't continue speaking, I covered my eyes and cried.

The general is a man of iron and blood, who would rather shed blood than tears, but he really can't control himself. In just a few months, the Qing family has undergone earth-shaking changes. First they lost their son, and then their daughter. They are almost unable to survive.

"I know, Dad. I know everything. It's not that I didn't inform my family. It's that I've been in a coma and can't wake up."

Qing Zhan had never seen his father like this before, and his heart was in a knot.

Qing Leishan covered his face.

"Brother, I'm back."

Qing Zhan raised his eyes again and looked at Qing Ziyuan. Even without armor, dressed only in a cyan brocade robe, his elder brother still had an outstanding temperament. How many years had it been since he last saw his elder brother? Three, or four? His elder brother was still the same as he remembered him, serious, not very fond of smiling, but the brother who doted on them the most.

No matter what happens, I am always the first one to rush forward.

"I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're okay."

Qing Ziyuan stepped forward and pressed Qing Zhan's shoulders, all his agitated emotions being suppressed in his eyes.

"Princess Yu, you saved my brother, right?"

He looked at Qing Yue, and although he tried his best to restrain himself, his tone still couldn't hide his calmness.

His gaze fell deeply on Qingyue's face. At this moment, Princess Yu's eyes were full of tears. She cried. Seeing her second brother reunited with his father, she was moved.

"I, your humble servant, would like to thank Princess Yu. Princess Yu, you are our Qing family's greatest benefactor. Your humble servant is grateful to you!"

When Qing Leishan heard Qing Ziyuan's words, he immediately came to his senses and knelt down on one knee in front of Qin Wan.

His second son had clearly been sentenced to death, but now he was standing in front of them alive. Apart from Princess Yu, no one else had the ability to bring him back to life.

Princess Yu is the apprentice of Old Man Wushuang and has superb medical skills. She cured Prince Yu's legs, saved Zhan'er's life, and was the one who exposed Qing Yunyao's conspiracy. She is the benefactor and noble of the Qing family.

“No!”

Seeing Qing Leishan kneeling on one knee, Qing Yue rushed out in two steps and supported Qing Leishan.

Keqing Leishan was overwhelmed with emotion, his gratitude beyond words. Only by kneeling could he express his inner shock and gratitude. But how could Qingyue let her father kneel before her? She rushed out to support him, but she was already injured and no match for his strength. She was about to fall to the ground. Only Feng Ling was quick to grab Qingyue's waist and support Qing Leishan.

"General, no."

Feng Ling shook his head.

And Qingyue was already in tears!

Qing Ziyuan looked at the Princess Yu from the side. The sorrow in her eyes seemed to overflow. She seemed to have a lot to say. Her eyes could break people's hearts. The nursery rhyme she sang when they met in the palace flashed through his mind again.

Princess Yu, what is your connection with the Qing family?

Qing Leishan was helped up, and he still looked at Qing Yue with gratitude. He knew that he should bring her into the reception room and treat her well, but he was too excited and had too many questions to ask. He knew that Princess Yu was a good person and saved his son, but what about his daughter?

"Princess Yu, you saved my son. I owe you my life..."

He said.

Qing Yue shook her head, her throat seemed to be blocked by something. Before she could speak, she saw Qing Leishan's eyes reddened and said, "Princess Yu, can you tell me, my daughter... Miss Yue, where is she? Or can you tell me the truth, is she still alive?"

Qing Leishan asked tremblingly, pausing several times, feeling extremely tormented in his heart.

Qing Yue was in tears, almost unable to control her crying. Her crying was the kind without sound, and she swallowed the sobs back into her throat. It seemed as if she had cried all the tears that she had not shed in the past ten years in this year.

Especially when I saw the white hair on my father’s temples.

Qing Yue couldn't control herself any more. It was obvious that this had never happened before. Her father was only in his fifties and was in great health. He practiced martial arts and sword skills every day, so he shouldn't have had white hair so early. It was because his children, a son and a daughter, had suffered a great disaster.

Dad, Daddy...

I am Yue'er.

She wanted to shout out loudly, but she knew that there were too many people around and there were also guards and servants on duty in the courtyard. Her identity was sensitive and could not be made public.

"Let's go to the living room..."

Qing Yuedao.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the living room."

Qing Leishan nodded repeatedly and was about to lead the way.

But at this moment, they saw a figure walking towards them with the support of a maid. She had a graceful figure, but was weak and frail, and she was panting as she walked. It was... mother!

She had heard the news that the Second Young Master Qing had returned. She couldn't believe it, so she hurried over with the help of her maid.

"Wan'er, slow down, don't be anxious..."

Qing Leishan was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to meet her. Ever since the truth in the palace was revealed that day, Rong Wan fell ill. She had to drink bowls of medicine every day and was so sick that she could hardly get out of bed. If it weren't for her eldest son accompanying her, she would have died as well.

"Where's Zhan'er? They said Zhan'er is back. Where is he? Where is he?"