The princess regretted it.

Chapter 275 Family Reunion

In the streets and alleys, you can see family reunions everywhere. Look at that street corner, an old father with gray hair is trembling as he walks towards his returning son. The son is a big man with a face honed on the battlefield. However, the moment he sees his old father, his eyes turn red and tears well up in his eyes. The old father stretched out his dry hands and tightly grasped his son's calloused hands. His lips trembled, and after a while he spoke: "Son, you are finally back. Dad thought he would never see you again in this life." The son fell to his knees with a plop, buried his head in his father's arms, and sobbed: "Dad, I am unfilial and have caused you suffering."

Looking back at the alley, a woman was standing at the door, her eyes anxiously searching the crowd. When she saw her husband, she was stunned for a moment, then ran away. Her husband was wearing armor stained with dust from the battle, and his face looked a little tired, but the moment he saw his wife, his eyes shone brightly. The woman stood in front of her husband, her hands tightly clasped together, her eyes filled with tears as she stared at him, her tears streaming down her face. The husband gently raised his hand to wipe the tear marks on her face, and whispered to comfort her: "My dear, don't cry, I'm back, and I will never leave again."

In the courtyard, two brothers embraced each other tightly. The elder brother's face was covered with deep scars, the marks left by the battlefield, while the younger brother had grown from a young boy into a tall and straight young man. The younger brother patted his brother's back: "Brother, I've heard all about your heroic deeds on the battlefield. You are the pride of our family!" The elder brother grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Silly boy, with your brother around, I'm not afraid of anything."

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Most families were immersed in the immense joy of their loved ones' return. The Mu Xiang residence was also bustling with activity. Mu En had been away from home for years, and his triumphant return had already filled the residence with jubilation. Even more surprising was the fact that he had brought back Mu Zixuan, who had left home without saying goodbye, leaving behind only a letter. That was double the joy.

When Mu Xiang lifted the curtain at the door of his house and was about to get off the carriage, he saw that his wife, daughter-in-law, housekeeper and a group of servants were already waiting at the door.

He dismounted the carriage and stood still. Mu En, who was standing beside the carriage, had already dismounted and walked quickly to Mu Xiang's side. Mu Zixuan, who was riding behind them, also dismounted nervously and walked behind his grandfather and father. The three of them walked towards the gate of the mansion.

The Prime Minister's wife and Mu En's wife, Zhong Wenqing, were already tearfully watching the approaching figure. Mu En stepped forward, knelt before Xue, and kowtowed several times. "Mother, I'm unfilial. I haven't been around to fulfill my filial duties for so many years. I'm sorry I caused you so much worry."

Xue was so excited that her entire body was trembling. With Zhong Wenqing's help, she stepped forward to help Mu En stand up, holding his arm tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he would disappear again. She scanned his body from head to toe, not missing a single detail, as if trying to make up for the years of companionship and care she had lost. She said excitedly, "I'm glad you're back! I'm glad you're back!"

Beside her, Zhong Wenqing's eyes were filled with a complex mixture of longing and joy. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears, but they still welled up in her eyes. Her gaze was fixed on Mu En, filled with gratitude for her husband's safe return.

Xue took Zhong Wenqing's hand, which was supporting her, and placed it in Mu En's hand. She said excitedly, "We've finally got you back. Our Wenqing has suffered so much over the years."

Mu En took advantage of the situation and squeezed his wife's hand tightly, the strength just right, as if to melt all the years of longing into this grip. His eyes also gleamed with longing and heartache, and his gaze was like a torch, as if he wanted to deeply engrave Zhong Wenqing's face in his heart.

Zhong Wenqing smiled with tears in his eyes, and his smile was as bright and moving as the flowers blooming in spring. "Brother En, I'm glad you're back." These few simple words were filled with endless affection and attachment.

The two held hands and stared at each other, their eyes fixed on each other, as if everything around them had vanished into nothingness. Then, a person appeared, ruining the mood. Mu Zixuan approached slowly, his steps slightly hesitant and cautious. He bowed deeply to his grandmother and mother. In a flattering tone, he said, "Grandson greets grandmother, son greets mother."

Zhong Wenqing heard Mu Zixuan's voice and instantly withdrew her hand to wipe the tears from her face, her gesture tinged with anger and dissatisfaction. She turned to look at Mu Zixuan with rage in her eyes, "You still remember to come back?" Her eyes seemed to be burning with fire. The worry and anger she had felt for her son's absence without saying goodbye, especially when she later learned that he had gone to the battlefield, now surged in her heart.

Seeing his mother's expression, Mu Zixuan thought to himself, "Oh no! This is the time to settle accounts." He quickly said to his father in a flattering tone, "Father, you're exhausted after all this journey. We finally got home. Don't you want to take a good rest?" He was using his father to distract his mother. This was right at the gate; getting beaten would be truly humiliating. He'd better avoid this first. If he went back home and beat up outsiders, no one would know.

It must be said that his method was very effective. After hearing this, Zhong Wenqing's thoughts immediately returned to her husband. Mu Xiang and his wife, Mrs. Xue, also said, "Yes, Wenqing, go back home first and let them rest. They must have had a hard time on this journey."

Xue winked at Mu Zixuan, who was kneeling on the ground, and signaled him to get up quickly. Mu Zixuan smiled gratefully at his grandmother, quickly stood up and walked to her side, offering her a hand to support her.

Butler Old Han had been waiting respectfully by the side. Seeing this, he stepped forward and said with a smile, "General, young master, the hot water and meals are ready. Let's go into the mansion first."

Mu En looked at the housekeeper sincerely, clasped his fists and bowed, and said loudly: "Thank you, Uncle Han. All the matters in the mansion over the years are thanks to Uncle Han's dedicated management. Mu En is very grateful." His words were full of respect and gratitude.

"It's my duty." Old Han quickly bowed in response, looking at Mu En with eyes full of relief and excitement, and grinned.

Mu Zixuan supported his grandmother and said to his grandfather, "Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, let's go home. My father and I are hungry."

After hearing this, Mrs. Xue patted his hand with a heartbroken look and said, "Okay, hurry in. You and your father go wash up first. Have Old Han tell the canteen to heat up the food. Don't let our Zixuan starve."

So, the family turned around and happily entered the mansion. Old Han, with a few servants and carrying luggage, followed silently at the end, with a faint smile on his face, looking at the masters walking in front, his heart full of joy.