Madam Lin quickly went over to comfort the Duke of Zhenguo, and Lu Ni poured him some hot water.
Lu Ming wanted to embellish the story, but Lu Zheng didn't give him the chance.
Lu Zheng took two steps closer and looked at the loving couple and their well-behaved children across from him. He was numb. He used to envy and hate them when he was a child, but now he was just numb.
He looked at the Duke of Zhenguo and said, "Father, don't get too angry, or this Duke of Zhenguo's mansion will truly be my territory. Your virtuous wife, your beloved children and grandchildren will be living under my control. Think about it, this rebellious son can drive his old man to his death, what else is he incapable of doing?"
After saying that, he smiled slightly and turned to leave.
"Stop! You unfilial son, stop right there!" The Duke of Zhenguo had just calmed down and taken a sip of water, but Lu Zheng's words made him feel uncomfortable again.
Unfortunately, Lu Zheng wouldn't listen to him at all.
Lu Zheng walked through the vast Zhenguo Duke's mansion, with Uncle An following behind him, his face full of worry.
When he was young, he was a servant to the old Duke Zhenguo. Back then, he felt sorry for Lu Xue and Lu Zheng. Now that he is old, he still can't stand seeing the Duke Zhenguo and the Lin family bullying Lu Zheng.
However, now that the prince has grown up, he will no longer be bullied.
Seeing that Lu Zheng was heading towards the ancestral hall, Uncle An didn't ask any further questions.
The young master has not returned for many years, so he will definitely visit the old master and Madam Zhou upon his return.
“Uncle An, go and rest! I’m very familiar with the Duke’s mansion and know how to get back to my own courtyard.” When they arrived at the ancestral hall, Lu Zheng turned to Uncle An and said.
“Yes, Your Highness. You should rest early, Your Highness. I have already had the servants at Bo Cui Garden tidy up the courtyard. You can go back and wash up and rest properly. The old Duke and Madam Zhou will be very happy to see Your Highness return,” said Uncle An.
Lu Zheng smiled and nodded.
After Uncle An left, Lu Zheng entered the ancestral hall and closed the door.
He took three incense sticks from the side, lit them, and knelt on the prayer mat: "Grandfather, Mother, Zheng'er is back."
The ancestral hall enshrines the ancestors of the Zhou family, with his mother, Zhou Yujia, being the youngest among them.
He held up the incense and recounted his experiences over the years, like a traveler returning home to tell his elders about his travels.
His voice was soft, sometimes cheerful, sometimes deep.
...
In the Duke of Zhenguo's study, his mind had calmed down.
He took out a scroll from his treasured collection and slowly unrolled it.
The painting depicted a woman in red with eyes identical to Lu Zheng's. When the scroll was opened, the Duke of Zhenguo felt as if the woman in the painting was looking at him.
Her smile is so unforgettable!
Tears welled up in the Duke of Zhenguo's eyes: "Xiao Jia, Zheng'er is back. Will you still hate me?"
Unfortunately, no one answered him.
Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the painting. The Duke of Zhenguo quickly wiped them away with his handkerchief, afraid that his tears would stain the painting and stain the people in it.
He thought of how they met in Zhoujia Town, the beauty of their wedding day, and the awful things he had done after their marriage, and tears streamed down his face.
For over twenty years, he hadn't shed a tear. The last time he cried was when his little Jia passed away.
He wondered, if he hadn't been soft-hearted back then, if he had been more resolute, if he had taken Xiao Jia to guard the border, would none of this have happened?
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