"Your Majesty?" Fu Ziyan's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion, and she had not yet realized why the other party was angry.
"Your Majesty? Hmm? You used to call me Auntie." This is getting more and more outrageous. Is it because I've been too busy to discipline him lately? Then I should really teach my husband a lesson.
For the next two or three days, His Majesty did not attend court, and the ministers handled the matters that could be dealt with by themselves.
After Qi Yaojin's position stabilized, she was able to spend more time with her husband.
…
When Mu Chen was six years old, Mu Qiluan retired and returned to his hometown, the place where his ancestors lived, as recorded in the Mu family records.
Mu Qiluan and Mu Chen stood on the city wall, looking out at the yellow sand filling the sky.
Mu Chen looked up at his father with a face full of confusion and asked, "Father, why are we here?"
Although the scenery here is beautiful, it lacks the vibrancy of the capital, and he doesn't understand why his father came here.
Mu Qiluan bent down and told his son that the Mu family had lived here before the world was unified, and that the two countries had fought on their borders from time to time.
Their ancestors didn't want to see the border people constantly harassed by outsiders, so they joined the army. Although they later settled in the capital, this place will always be their home.
Mu Chen looked at his father and said very seriously, "Then I want to be like you, Father, and become a great general."
Mu Qiluan patted his son's head: "There's no more fighting now, but you can still learn martial arts properly. That way you can protect the people you want to protect and also fight against evil."
Mu Qiluan turned around and saw his wife standing not far away, her eyes seemingly smiling: "Wange, what are you laughing at?"
Wan Ge gently shook her head: "I was wondering where my husband had gone, but I didn't expect him to bring our son here."
Mu Chen looked at his mother, who rushed into his father's arms. Didn't his mother even glance at him? Everyone else's sons were raised by their mothers, but he had been raised by his father since he was a child. Humph! He didn't like his mother anymore.
That's what she was telling herself, but her hand unconsciously tugged at Wan Ge's sleeve.
Wan Ge had just laughed because she heard Mu Qiluan's words. Who would have thought... that someone who was supposed to be the main villain in the plot was now teaching his son how to fight evil and uphold justice.
Mu Qiluan draped his coat over Wan Ge's shoulders. No matter how many times he had told his wife, she was still dressed so thinly, saying, "What do you mean, 'looks good'? What if she gets sick?"
But there's nothing I can do; I can only spoil my disobedient wife.
…
When Mu Chen was sixteen, the couple went sightseeing.
Mu Chen felt a little wronged. Why wasn't he taken along? Later, he heard from his uncle, the deputy general, that his father had been fighting on the battlefield since he was fourteen. Hmm... well, he could manage on his own, he was quite capable too.
…
When Wan Ge reached the end of her life, the two of them spent their remaining years in a secluded paradise.
Finally, Wan Ge passed away peacefully in Mu Qiluan's arms. Mu Qiluan leaned gently against her and closed his eyes as well.
He never told her that he stopped dreaming much after meeting her. She was probably there to redeem him.
——
①When my hands are stained with blood, I never feel that I can have my own happiness.
②When I thought of myself as a sinner, you told me that I was a hero who protected the people.
③ You told me that there is no right or wrong, only willingness and whether it is worth it.
—Mu Qiluan
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