After another half month of travel, Yun Qingluo and her group finally arrived in the capital.
When Yun Qingluo saw the familiar figure at the city gate, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
The last time she went to the southwest for disaster relief, it was also snowing heavily when she returned. Her father, mother, and brother were waiting for her at the city gate.
"Luo Luo!" Yun Mu's voice rang out, filled with joy and tears.
Yun Qingluo snapped out of her daze and rushed forward to throw herself into Yunmu's arms.
But Yun's father stopped him.
Yun Qingluo looked at her father with slight dissatisfaction, and her mother also looked at her father.
Yun's father pursed his lips, reaching out to brush the snowflakes off Yun's cloak, and said aggrievedly, "There's snow, don't let Luo Luo get cold."
Yun Qingluo couldn't help but shed tears. Looking at her two relatives who were unharmed, her fear and anxiety along the way were finally relieved.
Yunmu brushed the snowflakes off her body, but Yun Qingluo couldn't wait and rushed into Yunmu's arms, softly calling out "Mother."
Yunmu stiffened, and as if sensing something, she hugged Yun Qingluo and began to cry as well.
“My dear daughter, you’ve suffered so much.”
Yunmu touched Yun Qingluo's thin, bony arm, her heart aching so badly she could hardly breathe, and her body went limp and she collapsed.
Father Yun was prepared and caught Mother Yun. Seeing Yun Qingluo's worried face, Mother Yun comforted her, "Luoluo, don't worry. Your mother is just so happy to see you come back. You'll be fine after you go back to the manor and rest. Don't worry, Luoluo."
Looking at Yun Qing's thin and pale face, Yun's father couldn't help but tear up. "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Yun Qingluo paused slightly. She glanced at her father, but he avoided her gaze.
Yun Qingluo pondered to herself that her father seemed to be hiding something from her.
Moreover, there was a clear sense of guilt and apology in the tone of Father's voice just now.
Why is that?
At this moment, Yun Qingluo was worried about Yunmu and didn't have time to study it. After helping Yunmu into the carriage, Yunmu slowly woke up.
As a result, when Mica opened her eyes, she saw two pairs of bright, pure eyes looking at her curiously.
Yunmu's eyes widened. "Luo Luo, this, this is..."
Seeing her mother's incredulous yet delighted expression, Yun Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.
“They are your grandson and granddaughter, Mother. Don’t they look like me when I was little?” Yun Qingluo asked coquettishly.
She had taken Yunmu's pulse after getting into the carriage and knew that Yunmu was alright, but seeing that she was awake now, her worries had lessened a bit.
Yunmu tried to sit up, but Yun Qingluo, kneeling in the carriage, helped her sit up. Yunmu then pulled her up and made her sit to the side.
"It's cold in winter, so don't kneel down so casually in the future," Yunmu scolded softly, her tone filled with heartache.
Yun Qingluo understood the implication in Yunmu's words and nodded obediently.
Seeing that Yun Qingluo understood, Yunmu turned to look at her two beloved grandsons.
"Oh my, my little darlings, I'm your grandmother! Oh dear, you're smiling! You're smiling at me! You recognize me, don't you?" Yunmu was overjoyed to see the two little ones grinning at her.
Yun Qinglu smiled as she watched the person who gave birth to her tease the person she gave birth to, feeling extremely content.
Three generations of them, though they don't share the same surname, do share the same blood.
This kind of song feels wonderful, and just thinking about it makes me happy.
While Yun Qingluo was in a daze, she heard Yunmu ask, "Luoluo, do they have names yet?"
"Yes, the boy is the older brother, his full name is Mo Junye, and his nickname is Zeyan. The girl is the younger sister, her full name is Mo Zhiyuan, and her nickname is Qianyue," Yun Qingluo replied with a smile.
Yunmu nodded approvingly, "Nice name, Junye, Zhiyuan, hmm, good name. He's really handsome, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks just like the prince."
Yun Qingluo, however, was somewhat dissatisfied and pouted, complaining, "Mother, don't they look just like me?"
Yunmu looked up at Yun Qingluo and chuckled, "You're a mother now, yet you're still so childish. People will laugh at you if they find out."
Yun Qingluo tugged at Yunmu's sleeve playfully, frowning as she said, "I'm still just a child."
She was telling the truth. In modern times, at her age, she is indeed a flower of the motherland.
However, in ancient times, she was still considered a mother of two.
Sigh, she suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for nine years of compulsory education.
Perhaps it's already twelve years of compulsory education.
Just as Yunmu was about to speak, Yunfu suddenly pulled back the curtains, "Where's my dear grandson? Let me see him..."
Before Mr. Yun could finish speaking, Mrs. Yun slapped him across the face. "Are you trying to kill me? It's so cold outside. What if you lift the curtain and my grandson gets cold? I told you to get in the carriage, but you refused, saying things like 'It's not proper for a woman to ride in a carriage,' and 'Hmph, if you want to see, go back to the manor.'"
Yun's father's unwilling voice rang out, "Hmph, if you want to go back to the manor, then go back to the manor. I'll go ahead and wait there."
No sooner had Yun's father finished speaking than the sound of receding hooves echoed outside.
Yun Qingluo watched as her mother put on a gentle and kind expression and teased the two little ones.
But she knew in her heart that her father had heard her mother's voice and rushed to see her.
Those eyes never left her mother after the curtain was lifted. She was clearly worried about her mother, but she stubbornly insisted on seeing the two little ones.
Thinking of this, Yun Qingluo felt a mix of jealousy and sweetness.
What's fortunate is the love between my father and mother. This is an ancient society where polygamy is practiced, but my father only chose my mother out of all the women in the world.
Father withstood the pressure from his family and only lost his wife, Mother, in his lifetime.
However, her father often only saw her mother, and because of this, she and her two brothers were often jealous.
It truly proves the saying: parents are true love, children are an accident.
When the carriage finally arrived at the general's mansion, Yun's father was already waiting at the door with two brand-new cloaks.
Seeing the carriage stop, Yun's father hurriedly stepped forward, slightly lifted the curtain, handed the cloak inside, and whispered, "It's windy outside, wrap the child up first, so he won't catch a cold."
Yunmu muttered, "You're the one who cares about the kids, making it sound like I, a mother of three, am just a decoration."
Yun's father smiled ingratiatingly and reached out to help Yun's mother down from the carriage.
With Cui Xin and Cui Zhi supporting Yun Mu, they lifted the curtain and went to hold the child.
But Yunmu pushed him away without any mercy, saying, "Get out of the way. The child is still so small. Don't hurt my precious grandson, you roughneck."
Yunmu pushed aside Yunfu, took the child from Yunqingluo's arms, and then called Yuntao over to take the other one away.
Yun Qingluo glanced at her father, who stood by, angry but unable to speak out, staring longingly at the two children, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Father was always very adorable in front of Mother.
Seeing how pitiful her father was, Yun Qingluo couldn't help but speak up for him.
However, Yunmu refused without hesitation, saying, "When he was little, he held Ziyu in his arms and didn't know how to control his strength. He only knew how to use brute force to restrain Ziyu in the swaddling clothes, which hurt Ziyu. When he changed clothes, he found that Ziyu's body was covered in bruises. Later, Ziyu would cry whenever he saw him."
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