Late at night, Chu Feng returned to the hotel.

Yun Muqingyi. She has not slept at night, her pretty face is a little haggard and full of worry-

When she saw Chu Feng wearing the handsome Canglong suit and walking towards her steadily, her eyes shone, and then her voice became even more swallowed, and tears flowed down.

"I'm going to go to war." Chu Feng said.

"I know."

Yun Muqing held back her tears. She always knew that the frontier was in a hurry and the war in the West Field was in danger.

Chu Feng will one day put on his battle robe and go on the battle again.

only--

When this day really came, she still couldn't control her emotions, hugged Chu Feng tightly, and sobbed in a low voice.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned for ten years.

This is war, and it will kill people.

Which wife in the world can feel assured that her husband will leave after the battle—

However, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country.

As a soldier's wife, she must accept all this and calmly bury all worries and panic in her heart. The only thing she shows is silent support.

"Let me hug you a little longer, so you can leave later, okay?" Yun Muqing said softly with attachment and reluctance.

Chu Feng was speechless, just Duoduo who was sleeping and Yun Muqing who cried into tears, silently accompanied him.

An hour seems to be fleeting.

"The eldest prince, it's time to return to the military headquarters to report."

Uncle Zhong was waiting outside the door, knocking on the door and saying, "Also, I don't know whether I should say something or not--"

"Before going to the war, I hope you can go home and take a look. Prince, he is very worried about you."

"There are also the wife and Duoduo. If they stay in the royal palace and someone will be protected and taken care of, they will be more thorough."

Chu Feng frowned, as if he was still hesitant.

Yun Muqing wiped her tears and agreed: "Okay, let's go back."

She looked at Chu Feng with a meaningful look, which made the latter a little helpless.

Uncle Zhong was even more happy and quickly arranged for them to move into the Chu Prince's Mansion-

After Chu Feng packed up his things, he almost explained to Li Hongtu and others a few words, and then left.

After seventeen years, when he stepped into this magnificent but extremely cold palace again, Chu Feng didn't feel much emotion, only disappointment and indifference.

Most of the time, this seemingly luxurious palace is more like a prison to him, and the memories he brings him are only pain and indifference.

The only thing that could bring him warmth was the cold and narrow hut located in the deep mansion, which could bring him a touch of warm memory.

That is where he and his mother Ye Qingrou live.

For seven years, they spent most of their time huddled in that room. The flowers outside and the excitement outside had nothing to do with the mother and son.

But that was the happiest and warmest memory of his childhood—

Chu Feng stood in front of the door, and before he knew it, his eyes were wet—

Between the light and dark, he seemed to see the kind and gentle woman who was always smiling like a spring breeze again, calling him softly.

The past is like the wind, slapped on the face, the pain and bitterness are clearly visible, but it is fleeting.

"Dad, why are you crying again?" Duoduo stretched out his little hand ignorantly and helped him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yun Muqing hugged her daughter and left, saying, "Be good, let's stay alone for a while, should we go somewhere else first?"

"Yes, OK." Duoduo nodded sensiblely, blinked her big eyes with curiosity, and looked at everything in the palace happily.

Yun Muqing shook Chu Feng's hand, her eyes softened, and she turned around and left with her daughter.
Chapter completed!