"This time, we absolutely cannot let Her Majesty the Empress down. She has given us the battle manual. If we are still suppressed by those bastards from Dongwu Kingdom, it would be too shameful."
"Yes, kill them all without leaving a single one alive. It would be best to press our advantage and wipe them all out so we can go home and celebrate the New Year with our families."
Mo Er frowned slightly. "Alright, alright, go and rest. The Eastern Martial Kingdom probably won't be coming again for the next few days. Let everyone rest well, recharge their energy, and wait for the next great battle."
"Take good care of the wounded, and remember, treat them all equally!" Mo Er added, remembering something.
Everyone nodded and agreed, "General, rest assured, the soldiers of the Tianlang Kingdom are now part of our Mo Family Army. We will certainly not show any favoritism."
Mo Er shook his head. "No, from today onwards, tomorrow the Mo family army will not be called the Tianlang Kingdom army, but the Ever-Victorious Army. Pass this order down."
"Tell them this is Her Majesty the Empress's will. If they're not happy, they can keep it to themselves until the war is over. They can call themselves the Mo Family Army, the Heavenly Wolf Army, or the Ever-Victorious Army, it's up to them. But for now, they can only call themselves the Ever-Victorious Army," Mo Er said coldly, his voice filled with oppressive power.
No one dared to say anything more and accepted the order to leave.
Mo Er returned to the table and continued studying the strategic tactics given to him by Yun Qingluo.
The more he looked, the more surprised he became. Mo Er's eyes lit up. It was truly amazing and wonderful.
One month later.
The war in the southern border has been quelled, and news has come from the capital that the emperor is about to return to the palace.
At this moment, Mo Beichen and Yun Qingluo were sitting in the carriage. Mo Beichen was looking at the letter from the capital, while Yun Qingluo was looking at the letter her mother had sent home.
When Yun Qingluo saw some marks on the paper, she couldn't help but laugh.
Mo Beichen looked over when he heard Yun Qingluo's soft laughter.
Yun Qingluo handed over the letter, "Look, your son can sign it now."
Mo Beichen was slightly taken aback when he heard this. His eyes fell on the letter, where a small, dark claw mark was on the lower right side of the paper.
Mo Beichen's eyes softened slightly, and he cleared his throat before saying, "This should belong to Qian Yue. Ze Yan wouldn't do something so foolish."
Yun Qingluo covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, took out another piece of paper, and gestured for him to look at some unidentified objects on it.
Mo Beichen's expression froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His face then darkened, so that claw mark was Zeyan's?
It seems I can't be left out; how can I act like a crown prince?
Yun Qingluo laughed and said, "Hahaha, this is your daughter's drool. I don't know what delicious food she thought of. Her drool has soaked half a paper, and her mother's handwriting is almost illegible."
Yun Qingluo pointed to a spot and said, "Look, it's probably because Mother was talking about some delicious food she made that Qianyue started drooling. She's such a little foodie."
Mo Beichen then followed Yun Qingluo's pointing finger to read the contents of the letter.
Sure enough, it was Madam Yun who mentioned that some new famous snacks had appeared in the capital. She also said that she had specially made pickled radishes and dried plums according to Yun Qingluo's method, and they were especially delicious. Every time she ate, she could eat half a bowl more rice.
The two children smelled the aroma and looked at her longingly, wanting to eat it too.
She also said that the two children can already call out "grandfather" and "grandmother," and they can run and jump; they are very clever.
Zeyan prefers quiet and doesn't like sports, while Qianyue is very active and will slip away if you're not careful.
She couldn't keep an eye on them by herself, but luckily she had Granny Gong and Yun Tao and Yun Xin to help watch over them, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to handle these two clever little devils by herself.
She also said that both children are very well-behaved. Qianyue often talks about when her mother will come back, and occasionally she sheds tears saying that she misses her mother.
"Look, there's more than just drool on this. There are also my precious grandson's tears. It breaks my heart. Come back and see the child as soon as you're done with your work," the mother wrote in the letter.
The spot where I wrote these words happened to have a few long-dried tears on it, which spread across the ink and blossomed into a flower of longing.
As Yun Qingluo read the everyday details in the letter, she couldn't help but tear up.
She also longs for two children...
She also missed Zeyan and Qianyue very much...
Yun Qinglu blinked, trying to hold back her tears, but they slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the letter.
Seeing this, Mo Beichen put down the paper in his hand, got up and sat down next to Yun Qingluo, letting her lean against him, took the family letter from her hand and unfolded it.
Reading from the very first word, the voice was soft and peaceful, and Yun Qingluo's heart gradually calmed down.
"It's okay. Don't cry. We're already on our way back to Beijing, aren't we? We'll see the baby soon. Don't cry, or your eyes will hurt again." Mo Beichen gently comforted Yun Qingluo after reading the letter.
When parting with her master and junior uncle, Yun Qingluo was already crying her eyes out, which made everyone feel sorry for her.
I finally managed to stop crying, but then I saw a letter from home and started crying again. My eyes were already red and swollen.
Yun Qingluo's sobbing voice rang out, "Ah Chen, sob sob sob, I miss... I miss Zeyan and Qianyue too, I really miss them..."
She had prepared for the worst, pretending not to care, pretending to be able to let go of her child, thinking that if the illness couldn't be cured, then so be it.
But when she heard that she could be cured, her spirits were rekindled, and she felt as if the world had been brightened.
From that moment on, she longed to go back and see her children.
Actually, she was very afraid of dying.
She fears losing what she has gained more than not getting it.
When she can't have something, she might at most say that the grapes are too sour and not tasty, but she wouldn't bother eating them.
But having tasted the sweetness of it, she really couldn't bear to lose it.
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