A graceful shadow flashed through the window. Chen Jinheng slightly raised his eyes, his heart sinking. He quickly pushed the beauty in his arms onto the soft seat and said coldly,
"Ruoyan, Ange'er and Pingjie'er often think of you."
Your grief is making the children worry.
Hearing his comforting words, Lin Ruoyan's eyes lit up with joy. She gently wiped away her tears with her sleeve.
"Yes, the children are usually the ones who hate to leave me. I can't let them worry."
The news of Lin Ruoyan's return to the Marquis's residence quickly reached the old lady's courtyard.
Ping-jie and An-ge took advantage of their day off to finish their morning lessons and then returned to Luoying Palace with their nanny.
Suddenly, a cheerful boy's voice came from outside. As soon as An'ge'er saw Lin Ruoyan, he rushed into her arms and said affectionately,
"Mother! When did you get back? Why didn't you go back to Lingyan Pavilion? An'er missed you so much!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Ruoyan hugged An'er to her side and gently patted his shoulder to comfort him, "An'er, have you caused any trouble for the old lady these past few days?"
"Don't worry, Miss Lin, Ping'er is back too! She often looks after her younger brother at the old lady's place, so An'er doesn't dare to cause trouble and is behaving himself," the nanny added.
Lin Ruoyan's gaze swept around and she saw a graceful young girl carrying a bamboo basket slowly walking in from outside.
"Ping'er greets Father and Mother."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ruoyan's eyes lit up. She pushed Ange'er aside, stepped forward, and pulled Pingjie to her side, speaking softly.
"Oh! It's Ping! You've gotten taller and prettier in just one month!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Mother."
Ping-jie was not as close to An-ge as she was; in fact, she felt somewhat distant from him.
"Sister! What are you holding in your hand?"
Anger has a very keen sense of smell; the moment Pingjie walked in, he could smell the delicious aroma of meat.
"These are the char siu pastries that the old lady just gave me. I couldn't finish them all myself, so I thought I'd bring some over for my father and mother!"
After saying that, Ping carefully placed the basket on the table and slowly opened it.
The golden-yellow shortbread exudes an enticing aroma.
Ange couldn't help but wipe the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, quickly stepped forward, picked up a piece of pastry, and steadily handed it to Lin Ruoyan.
"Mother! Here you go!"
"Thank you, Ange'er."
Lin Ruoyan raised the pastry in her hand, her gaze falling on a certain absent-minded man. Her eyes were heavy, and she suddenly whispered a few words in An Ge'er's ear.
"Mother, don't worry! Your son understands!"
Ping picked up a pastry and scanned the room with her eyes.
She looked somewhat disappointed when she could no longer see that familiar figure.
Seeing the rare reunion of the mother and her two children, Chen Jinheng's eyes lit up with joy, and he turned to return to the main courtyard.
Just as he was about to step away, his trouser leg was tugged. His heart sank, and he looked down at the person at his feet.
"Father, our family of four hasn't been together for a long time. Father is leaving for war tomorrow, An'er begs you to stay with us a little longer, please!"
Chen Jinheng's gaze was cold as he looked at the pleading figure at his feet and said in a deep voice,
"Angel, Father has some things to do. You and your sister play together for a while."
"No! Father! An'er just wants you to stay with me for a little while, just a little while!"
Seeing that he refused to stay, Ange'er had now changed from tugging at his trouser leg to pulling at his clothes.
With a "rip," the perfectly good clothes were torn open with a long tear by Ange'er's ox-like strength.
Chen Jinheng's heart sank, and he angrily rebuked, "An'er, look at you, you've torn your father's clothes!"
Seeing this, Lin Ruoyan's eyes lit up. She took out a needle and thread from her sleeve and chuckled, "Jinheng, it's all because Ange'er missed home too much that he made a mistake. Don't blame him."
"Here, let me mend this tear in your clothes. It won't take long, don't worry, it'll be done in a bit."
Chen Jinheng wanted to refuse, but Lin Ruoyan's needle and thread moved back and forth inside his sleeve as she coldly refused.
"Ruoyan, no need. There are nannies in the manor."
"No rush, I actually really like this feeling, like going back to the past."
I always help you and Brother Song mend your tattered clothes, haha.
Upon hearing the name "Brother Song," Chen Jinheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a deeply unforgettable memory flashed through his mind.
Five years ago, in a certain place in northern Xinjiang
Chen Jinheng was imprisoned by the Flying Demon Gang in an iron prison on the outskirts of the northern border.
His limbs were tightly chained with rusty iron chains, and he had not eaten or drunk anything for three days.
"It is said that General Chen from the Central Plains is brave and skilled in battle, and has won every battle. But now he can't even save his own son. Hahaha! This is simply the biggest joke in the world!"
A disheveled man with scars all over his face picked up a dagger and stabbed Chen Jinheng in the body.
"ah!"
Chen Jinheng groaned, staring intently as his blood gushed from the wound in his chest, his expression cold and unapproachable, like that of an inviolable god.
"Ha, even if you kill me, Father won't leave to guard the territory. I advise you to give up on that idea!"
Upon hearing this, the man's eyes flashed with malice. He slashed the dagger through the firelight and slowly moved it closer to Chen Jinheng's ear, saying mockingly,
“You tell me, what if I cut off his son’s ear and presented it to him?”
Will he immediately kneel down and beg me? Hahaha!
Chen Jinheng ignored him, turning his face away and scoffing, "Wishful thinking!"
"Godfather! Don't kill him! He's my only friend!"
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