Luo Yining was trembling all over.
He had calculated everything, and this was intentional! He deliberately led her to think that Luo Shenyuan was also involved!
She raised her hand and slapped Daoyan hard! She used up all her strength, her eyes wide open and red.
This world-renowned war god was struck sideways by her, his head slapping back, leaving faint finger marks on his face. But he stood up a moment later: "I just let you vent a little. Get up, the situation is settled. Go back and clean up, then go comfort my junior brother. Lu Jiaxue will be fine, but I don't know about him."
Daoyan walked away step by step, and the wind blew his thin clothes.
It took Luo Yining a long time to stop crying. She wiped her tears and let Zhenzhu help her up. It was indeed time to go back and wash up.
Her life still has to go on.
He didn't come back until the evening, but Baoger remained obedient and didn't cry or make a fuss, just staring at his mother intently. Perhaps it was true that mother and child were connected, he clung to her and refused to leave. Luo Yining fed him some water, then let the nurse take him to play with Tingger.
Luo Yi sat quietly, thinking for a long time. Sometimes she felt his cold fingers, sometimes his indifferent expression. She couldn't calm down, so she thought about going to his study to get a few books. She slowly walked to the front of the study and found that the light was already on.
Has he... come back already?
Luo Yining stopped and hesitated. Then she found that there was no one in the study, so she walked in slowly.
Luo Yining walked and looked around. He had written at this desk and read in front of this window.
Two turtles crawled quietly in the porcelain jar, truly well-cared for. Their glossy shells and lazy expressions ate their food slowly. Only such a life of worry-free food and clothing could be considered the most leisurely, with shelter from the wind and rain, and someone to feed them daily. They were cared for and protected.
This was the tortoise she had raised as a child. He had never told her about it, but had always taken it with him.
Luo Yining slowly traced the lines on the tortoise shell and noticed an envelope on the table. The handwriting on the envelope was his, and it was addressed to Wei Ling personally.
She picked up the envelope and found that the seal had not been sealed. What did he write to his father?
Luo Yining hesitated for a moment, but put the letter down. She walked around the study for a while, then finally picked it up and opened it. It was still written in his handwriting.
"My dear father-in-law, please bear witness:
It's been so long since we last met, and I miss your kindness and hard work. Life on the frontier is tough. Is my father-in-law in good health? There's so much going on at court, and there's been a rift between my father-in-law and me, which is truly difficult to resolve. I'm a filial son-in-law, and I haven't let my wife down. I hope my father-in-law understands this.
When Lu returned from his expedition, events at the palace were underway, and my son-in-law was busy maneuvering to fulfill his loyalty to the emperor. Despite meticulous planning, I feared there might be errors. This matter is of grave importance and requires careful consideration. I have only one request for my father-in-law: my wife is frail, and her child is so young she cannot yet speak. My son-in-law, fearing his distress, is deeply concerned, so I have entrusted my wife and child to my father-in-law.
If the son-in-law retreated, he would surely die, and his wife Ning would be extremely sad. The father-in-law persuaded him not to be sad. The son-in-law left tens of thousands of dollars in money, all of which he gave to his wife Ning.
My letter is short but my thoughts are long, so I won't elaborate on all of it. I sincerely hope you will grant my request. I am deeply grateful for your hard work and consideration.
Respectfully submitted by son-in-law Shenyuan.
As she read, tears welled up on the letter. She read over and over again the line, "If the son-in-law retreats, he will surely not be able to return alive, and his wife will be extremely heartbroken." She cried until she couldn't breathe.
What if something really happened to him?
Is this... is this a suicide note?
He had never told her about these, his worries, fears, and terrors. He just reassured her that everything was fine, and secretly wrote a letter to his father-in-law, who had already begun to be wary of him, asking him to take care of him in a sincere and humble manner. How could he not be afraid! That opponent was Lu Jiaxue!
She slid down slowly against the long table, covering her mouth tightly. Suddenly, she realized she had wet the letter paper, and frantically wiped it, but the ink had already spread.
She wondered what to do, how to cover it up. She might as well just copy one. She knew her handwriting was similar to his, but she didn't know if he could tell.
But there is no other way.
Luo Yining stood up and searched for writing brush and ink. He pulled out his inkstone and some letter paper. He took a deep breath, unfolded the original letter, and began to trace his handwriting.
But as she wrote the letter, she began to cry. Each word seemed ordinary, yet it felt as precious as a thousand gold coins. Finally, her hands shook so much that she couldn't write anymore, so she had to stop and rest before continuing.
My wife is frail, and our child is very young and cannot speak...
Just as I wrote this, I heard a commotion outside. A servant was saying, "Lord, you're back!"
Luo Yining hurriedly tried to hide the letter, folding it in his sleeve. The man didn't hesitate for a moment and walked through the door.
"No need to serve, please leave first." The voice was filled with the coldness of the night and unspeakable fatigue.
Luo Shenyuan saw her the moment he entered the room. She stood there looking at him with red eyes, but he seemed not to notice her and ignored her, walking straight to the small table to pour tea for himself. Luo Yining immediately went over to take the teapot and poured tea for him, then found that the teapot was no longer hot. She whispered, "The tea is cold, ask them to bring in some hot tea!"
"No need." He took the teapot from her and poured the water himself.
It was indeed cold, icy cold from mouth to throat. Then Luo Shenyuan regained consciousness a little.
He said calmly, "If you're here to ask Lu Jiaxue, his life has been saved. He's been shaking the border for over twenty years. The emperor has kept him around and won't kill him easily, but he probably won't stay in the capital anymore. Don't ask me anymore. The rest of his followers will either be killed or exiled. They won't be spared."
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