When Yang Zhen saw Zhou Wanning, he frowned: "And you are, young lady?"
Zhou Wanning was about to introduce herself, "I am..."
A child of seven or eight years old came over and bowed, saying, "Greetings, sir."
Yang Zhen patted the child's head: "It's been a long time, Yan-ge'er."
After the two children went missing, their schooling was suspended, and Yang Zhen never saw them again.
It's quite a coincidence that we met again while watching lanterns on the Lantern Festival.
Yan Ge'er's eyes shone brightly. "I heard that Yan Ge'er and the others would also come to see the lanterns, so I begged my family to let me come every day. Sir, if you see Yan Ge'er and my mother, please let me know."
Yan Ge'er knew that it was his mother who had rescued him from the bad guys, but she herself had been captured by them. He had indescribable feelings in his heart.
He only hoped that his mother would return safely.
He would never be jealous of Yan Ge'er again, and would be a good son to his mother and a dutiful son to her.
He would be content if he could see his mother just once more.
As for the woman in front of Mr. Yang who looked like his mother, he knew at a glance that she was not his mother.
Yang Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly.
Is Yan-ge'er going to see the lanterns?
News from within the palace was kept secret, and he couldn't find out.
If Yan Ge'er can come out to see the lanterns, does it mean that Empress Su is not dead and is still alive?
Otherwise, why would Yan Ge'er be in the mood to come and see the lanterns?
His heart clenched involuntarily.
He nodded. "Be careful and don't wander around. I'll send someone to let you know if you see anything."
His wife, Wang, walked over, leading their son, Gengge'er, and carrying a crab lantern they had just bought.
“Look, Geng Ge’er really likes it and insists on buying it.”
Yang Zhen seemed a little distracted. "As long as the child is happy, just hold his hand and stay with me. Don't let him get lost."
Wang smiled, her face showing signs of illness: "Okay."
His gaze swept over Zhou Wanning intentionally or unintentionally, and seeing that Yang Zhen had no intention of introducing her, he remained silent.
My husband is handsome and talented; he became a top scholar at a young age.
Countless women wanted to throw themselves into his arms.
Fortunately, he was always of good character and treated her with gentleness and politeness.
Especially after being harmed by villains that year, her health has been poor ever since.
He felt even more guilty towards her, and treated her with even more gentleness and patience in his daily life.
The Yang family is now rising in status, and there is much to look forward to.
She didn't care about the women who fawned over her husband.
Geng Ge'er reached out, wanting his father to hold him.
Yang Zhen picked up the child, his eyes scanning the street.
If Yan Ge'er comes out, he will likely be surrounded by a large retinue.
Even Yan Ge'er was protected by five or six strong, sharp-eyed men.
He didn't know what he was hoping for.
The family turned onto another street.
Yang Zhen suddenly stopped in his tracks.
There were far fewer people on the street to the left.
Pedestrians tried to cross, but were blocked by the human wall.
Something's not right.
Yang Zhen stood at the intersection and observed carefully.
Through the human wall, a few people were looking at the lanterns on the street in the distance.
A child about the same height as Yan Ge'er ran along carrying a lantern, shouting, "Mother, Mother, look!"
Yang Zhen's body tensed involuntarily, and his breathing became somewhat sluggish.
He looked at the graceful figure of the woman in the cloak.
The hood of the cloak covered her face, and the wide cloak concealed her figure, making it impossible for him to tell if it was the person she was thinking of.
What if it is?
The lantern street is right in front of the palace. Only the royal family has the power to watch the lanterns on this street under martial law.
She's back?
You returned safe and sound?
"Husband, what are you looking at?" Wang asked curiously, following his gaze.
Yang Zhen blinked and looked away. "Look at that family over there, they do look a bit like us."
Wang smiled and smoothed out Geng Ge'er's cloak: "Are you tired? If you're tired of carrying the child, put him down."
Just then, the hooded woman turned around and pointed in this direction.
Yang Zhen glanced over unintentionally, and his gaze froze.
The lights were lush and bright.
The woman had large, timid, and innocent eyes, pointing at something in his direction.
The tall, handsome man beside her put his arm around her shoulder and whispered something to her.
Soon someone came over and bought a rabbit-shaped filament lamp that was hanging outside the shop behind him.
Soon, the rabbit-shaped filament lamp was in the woman's hands.
The dazzling light shone on the woman's face, creating a colorful, dreamlike scene.
The woman smiled.
She smiled innocently and brightly.
Like an angel.
The child beside her was chattering away, looking very happy.
Yang Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes felt slightly hot.
very good.
She is still alive.
Wang noticed his unusual behavior.
She looked up in surprise.
I happened to see this scene as well.
For some reason, her heart suddenly clenched with pain.
It was incredibly sour and astringent.
After many years of marriage, she rarely saw her husband show his emotions.
He was like the most upright and honest gentleman, calm and composed in dealing with people and things, handling everything with ease.
Even when Gengge was born, she never saw him particularly happy; he just gave a faint smile.
She had assumed he was indifferent by nature.
Now, with just a glance from afar, he lost his composure.
Having been married for many years, she had never heard of her husband having any woman he loved but could not have.
What was so special about that woman?
Yang Zhen quickly regained his composure and pulled Wang away, saying, "Let's go take a look over there."
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