Jing Yan looked closely and saw that the little child in front of him was fierce, with bright eyes and straight forearms. He looked very similar to himself.
Jing Yan instantly guessed the child's identity and exclaimed with delight.
"Zhang'er!"
Zhang'er's face was serious, his lips pursed tightly, as he wanted to scare the strange man who had taken over his mother's bed.
To his utter surprise, the stranger not only knew his name and wasn't afraid of the wooden sword in his hand, but was also laughing very happily.
Zhang'er became even more frightened: "You're still laughing."
He unconsciously trembled his arm, and the wooden sword slid down the stranger's neck. The man seemed to have found an opportunity and reached out to him.
“Come here, Father…”
"Don't move!" Zhang'er hurriedly straightened the wooden sword in her hand again, poked it into the chest of the stranger, and shouted for Yue Jiang inside while sticking her head out and stomping her feet.
"Mother, Mother, wake up! There's a bad guy in my bed!"
Jing Yan was so overjoyed to recognize Zhang'er that he didn't pay any attention to the small wooden sword on his body, which wasn't a threat.
He wanted to get closer to Zhang'er, so he beckoned him to come closer so he could take a good look at him, but little Zhang'er didn't recognize him.
Jingyan suddenly realized that he had left too early back then. At that time, Zhang'er could not even walk steadily, but now he was more than three years old.
No matter what, Jing Yan never imagined that his father and son would meet like this. He shook his head helplessly and laughed twice.
Yue Jiang was awakened by a loud noise in her ears during her sleep. She felt her body suddenly sink and she woke up with a start.
The memory was of Zhang'er's voice, and Yue Jiang, dragging her tired body, subconsciously sat up.
She glanced to the side and saw Zhang'er jumping around by the bed, holding the little wooden sword he often played with. The tip of the wooden sword landed on Jing Yan's chest.
Jing Yan was silent, staring at Zhang'er with an amused expression.
When Yue Jiang woke up, Jing Yan said pitifully, "Jiang'er, Zhang'er seems not to recognize me, and he won't listen to me."
Yue Jiang: "..."
I didn't see even a hint of pity in him.
“Zhang’er, he…” Yue Jiang tried to explain, but Zhang’er sobbed and called out to her, “Mother…Mother Consort.”
When Zhang'er saw that his mother had woken up, he felt even more aggrieved.
But because he had the ambition of a young general, he knew not to shed tears easily and forced himself not to wail.
However, the corners of his mouth still involuntarily turned down, and he spoke in a choked voice, his words incoherent.
"Mother didn't bring any candy... to pick me up, to the small... room... to coax me to go, it's already noon, don't you even look at Zhang'er."
"My mother is fast asleep, and...and some bad people are laughing at me for sleeping in my mother's bed."
Yue Jiang was wronged. She had been worried that Jing Yan was hiding his injuries, so she took him back to Yichun Palace to clean up.
Tell Qingke in advance to pick up Zhang'er, and also tell Xiange that Rongying is leading a large army and will be back later.
She was so thoughtful in every way.
Yue Jiang's eyes fell on Zhang'er's feet, and she noticed that he was wearing his shoes on the wrong feet. He must have fallen asleep in his own bedroom after coming out, and had secretly come to find her.
After Zhang'er finished recounting his grievances, he wiped away his tears and continued to grip his small wooden sword tightly, pointing it at Jing Yan, huffing and puffing.
"If he leaves, or he doesn't, I'll chop him up."
Seeing that Zhang'er was about to swing the small wooden sword at Jing Yan as if he were a toy straw doll, Yue Jiang hurriedly stopped him and explained.
"Zhang'er, he is your father. The portrait that your mother often shows you is of your father!"
Just as Zhang'er's little wooden sword was about to fall, Jing Yan couldn't let his son hit him. He raised his hand and snatched the little wooden sword from his hand.
Upon hearing the words "father," Zhang'er's emotions subsided considerably. Looking at the man before him, he remained stunned for a long time, not even noticing that the small wooden sword in his hand had been taken away.
Jing Yan felt a pang of sadness this time, but when he heard that Yue Jiang had drawn a portrait of him for Zhang'er after he left, a warmth rose in his heart.
"Zhang'er, your father and you are family. Where do you think your father is going?"
Jingyan examined the hilt and blade of the small wooden sword. The hilt was smooth and shiny, while the blade was slightly rough, indicating that it had been used frequently.
He was surprised that Zhang'er had a hobby of wielding swords and spears at such a young age, and Jing Yan was inexplicably gratified.
Generally, when a child is young, it is simply told that his father has returned. If they do not see him often, it is difficult for them to immediately distinguish his father from others.
However, Yue Jiang would often show Zhang'er Jing Yan's portrait and have him recognize it. He would look at it every day, and Zhang'er developed a sense of his father as a relative.
His father, a mighty general, didn't stay home with him like his mother; instead, he went out to fight bad guys.
Zhang'er processed the appearance of the person in front of him, and after a long while shook his head, denying it. He touched his chin to indicate, "It's not Father. Father has nothing here."
Following Zhang'er's words, Yue Jiang turned around and immediately saw the dark stubble on Jing Yan's chin. The Jing Yan she had drawn was from more than two years ago, so he was naturally fair-skinned and clean-shaven.
Although Jing Yan is more resolute now, his appearance hasn't changed much from before. It's just that he hasn't taken good care of himself due to the hardships of living outdoors. In the middle of their playful argument, Yue Jiang forgot to shave Jing Yan's beard.
It's admirable that Zhang'er is so meticulous.
Yue Jiang pointed to her chin and hinted to Jing Yan, "Zhang'er only looks at His Highness without stubble."
Jing Yan chuckled, then looked back at Zhang'er and saw him staring at him timidly. Jing Yan patted his head and said gently, "Wait for Father."
He got out of bed, found a dagger, and went to the side hall to deal with the situation.
When Jingyan returned after finishing his work, he found Zhang'er and Yuejiang already sitting on the bed.
The child was held in Yuejiang's arms, and an open painting was placed in front of them. Yuejiang whispered in Zhang'er's ear from time to time.
Zhang'er listened obediently and nodded, while Yue Jiang would occasionally stuff something into Zhang'er's mouth.
He puffs out his cheeks a few times, and a small bulge pops up on his cheeks, which is very cute.
Jing Yan strode forward, his tall figure making a strong presence, and Yue Jiang and Zhang'er both looked up at him.
At the same time, Jing Yan also realized that what they were looking at was his own portrait.
Yue Jiang patted Zhang'er's little face gently and guided him, "Zhang'er, now take another look and see if it's your father?"
Zhang'er fluttered her eyelashes, blinked her bright, sparkling eyes, looked at the painting carefully, looked up at Master Jingyan, but since she wasn't very familiar with him, she glanced at him and then snuggled into Yue Jiang's arms, nodding sullenly.
"Father."
Jingyan had been seeing Zhang'er for most of the day, and finally heard him call him "Father." His heart warmed, and he affectionately patted Zhang'er's head to comfort him.
"Don't be afraid of your father, he won't bully you."
Zhang'er didn't speak, but secretly glanced at Jing Yan with her big eyes twice.
In Jing Yan's eyes, Zhang'er was very quiet, with a fair and tender appearance. He was still fiddling with the things Yue Jiang had given him, but he didn't make a sound.
He said to Yue Jiang, "Our Zhang'er is introverted."
Yue Jiang didn't refute, but she chuckled inwardly and sighed, her expression revealing that Jing Yan hadn't known his son for very long.
"Your Highness, please spend an hour with Zhang'er first."
Jing Yan: "..."
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