"I didn't scare them."
"In his previous life, Song Mo had grievances against the Song family until his death. It's just that he doesn't want to care about it this time."
009 said that when he asked Song Mo whether he wanted to start over or get a new life, Song Mo took the initiative to choose a new life, and then handed this body to him, leaving without any regrets.
Xihe was stunned. He really didn't expect the truth to be like this.
Song Mo held her hand and said, "Don't think too much. Just do what you want to do."
Xihe nodded: "Okay."
The news of the great victory at the border did not cause much stir in the capital.
The Yue Kingdom had long enjoyed peace and prosperity. Although the prosperous days when all nations came to pay tribute were long gone, in the eyes of the people, the Yue Kingdom was still strong and invincible. Barbarians? Just a wild and desolate place, nothing to be afraid of.
The emperor was still lying in bed and unable to get up. The prince was in charge of the government, and life gradually became stable.
In early February,
Just after the New Year, heavy snow fell.
The capital was covered in ice and snow, and every household lit charcoal fires to keep warm. Outside the city, a group of soldiers approached from afar, their wheels leaving tracks in the snow, and the soldiers' eyes were as determined as their faces.
At the city gate, the soldier's eyes lit up and he ordered: "Open the city gate!"
In Wutong Lane, Xihe was nestling in her room sewing with Madam Xu when she heard the courtyard door bang open and the gatekeeper hurried in: "Miss, Miss, Master, Master..."
Madam Xu quickly stood up and said, "What do you mean by public? Explain clearly."
The servant held the door, panting: "The master is back!"
Madam Xu: “What?!”
Xihe was stunned for a moment, dropped the silk cord in his hand, put on his shoes and ran out the door: "Grandpa, big brother is back!"
The three of them didn't even have time to put on their clothes and hurried out the door. When they reached the city gate, they found out that they had been called to the palace by the prince and would probably be back later, so they had no choice but to return.
At night, the door was half open and the candles in the house were bright.
Xi He looked at the table full of dishes gradually getting cold, and couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, maybe the prince has invited my brother to have dinner in the palace. Why don't we eat first?"
Old Master Jiang shook his head stubbornly: "I'll wait for my good grandson to eat together."
Xihe touched his rumbling stomach and prepared to go to the kitchen to find something to eat to fill his stomach. Just as he walked out of the living room, he saw the door open and a tall figure strode towards him.
She was surprised and took two steps forward: "Big... Um."
She bumped into a broad chest, still cold from the wind and snow, and shivered with cold.
Xihe was about to reach out and push when he suddenly heard a sigh:
"Yue'er..."
It seems to contain countless thoughts.
Old Master Jiang in the house heard the noise and ran out quickly: "Big Boy!"
Song Yu raised his head: "Grandpa!"
Old Master Jiang's eyes instantly filled with tears. He ran over, pulled Xi He away, and pulled Song Yu up and down, looking him up and down. He was so excited that he couldn't say more: "Good, good, good, I'm glad you're back."
It started snowing again and several people went into the house.
Song Yu sat upright on the stool. Old Master Jiang still looked at him intently, asking him whether he had eaten well and dressed well this year.
Song Yu smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, Grandpa, everything is fine."
Xihe sat opposite, chin in hand, looking at the two with a smile. The man in front of him was tall and strong, wearing a black robe that made his broad shoulders and narrow waist look strong, and he looked more mature and steady than before.
She wondered, is the wind and sand at the border so harsh?
Looking up, I met a pair of dark and deep eyes.
He has sharp eyebrows, dark eyes, strong facial lines and sharp edges, but the smile at the corner of his mouth dispels any hint of indifference.
Xihe blinked her clear eyes and couldn't help asking, "So did the prince tell you what reward he would give you?" Old Master Jiang was also very curious.
Song Yu couldn't help but laugh: "The Crown Prince should make an announcement at the celebration banquet tomorrow."
"A celebration banquet? Oh my, my grandson is really promising. Did the prince tell you whether to stay or return to the border? Otherwise, don't go back."
Yue'er said that the prince was preparing to ascend the throne, so his beloved grandson could come back so soon, but he didn't know when the next time would be.
Old Master Jiang didn't want his favorite grandson to be away when he died.
Song Yu didn't know either, so he could only say, "It all depends on the prince's decision."
After a while, Song Yu was ready to leave. He left the palace and rode his horse at full speed straight to Wutong Lane. He had not returned to the Song Mansion yet.
When Old Master Jiang heard this, he hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, hurry back, don't let Master Song wait anxiously. You said that Grandpa is not in a hurry here, so you should go there first."
He stood up to see the person off, but was stopped by Xihe, who then went to see him off himself.
The heavy snow fell from the dark sky like goose feathers, and soon a thick layer of snow accumulated on the road, making a "crunching" sound when the shoes stepped on it.
Song Yu turned around and said, "Okay, it's cold, let's go inside."
Xihe glanced at the empty alley and said, "Then, big brother, please be careful on the road."
Song Yu nodded, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at her. Xi He could not help but touch his face and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Song Yu shook his head, raised his hand to brush away the snow on her shoulders, and said softly: "You will go to the palace banquet with me tomorrow night, and... I'm back, you can tell me anything."
Xihe's heart softened, and he said softly, "Big brother, you can tell Yue'er if you have anything."
Song Yu smiled and patted her head: "Come in."
The Song family sent people to wait at the door early in the morning. They waited from dusk until dark, but the door was still empty. Mrs. Song's face also changed from nervous joy at the beginning to gloomy and heavy later.
The nanny was a little bewildered and forced a smile, saying, "Perhaps the Crown Prince invited the young master to have a meal in the palace..."
"The key to the palace was left a long time ago. He must have gone to Wutong Lane!"
"Everyone treats me as... a nanny!"
Madam Song grabbed the nanny's hand, her face full of fear: "Do you think Yu'er will also..."
The nanny was initially confused, but the next moment she understood what Madam Song meant. She immediately broke out in a cold sweat and shook her head vigorously: "No, Madam, please don't let your imagination run wild. The young master would never have such thoughts!"
Mrs. Song still didn't dare to confirm: "Really?"
He couldn't help but think about the past. It was Jiang Yue who had taken over his identity, but he didn't have any hatred. Instead, he defended her everywhere. Even when she and Jiang Yue were at odds, he still...
Mrs. Song's face gradually turned pale, and her nails scraped against the chair, making a harsh sound.
At this moment, the maid ran in: "Madam, our young master is back!"
Madam Song suddenly stood up and strode towards the door, but stopped at the door and turned to look at the maid nervously: "Mammy, do you think there is anything wrong with me?"
The nanny smiled kindly: "My lady, you are in good condition. Go now."
Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the door curtain. She saw her beloved son, covered in snow, walking down the corridor and calling her, "Mother..."
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