Seeing her husband finally looking at her, with such gentle eyes and voice, He's tears welled up.

This has never happened before.

She felt that maybe her husband had finally figured it out and wanted to return to this family and live the rest of his life with her. Fortunately, Jiang did not stay for dinner that day and it was his own fault...

She didn't want to leave him, so she summoned up the courage to say, "I will stay here to serve my mother-in-law."

Zheng Jiqiang's smile disappeared, and his eyes became stern.

Old Prince Consort Zheng said, "Mother and son haven't seen each other for many years, and they want to talk about it. Some things will take a long time to come."

Zheng Ji's change of attitude already made Mrs. He feel ashamed, and the words "There's a long way to go" made Mrs. He even more embarrassed. She felt that everyone in the room was laughing at her, so she turned around and walked out quickly.

The cold stars twinkled and the biting cold wind hit her face, not letting the heat on her face go away at all.

What's so good about that vixen? He's been dead for so many years, but he still suppresses her as his head wife.

Jiang Yixi's face appeared in the starlight, becoming increasingly blurry and turning into a grave covered with grass...

The eldest princess took Zheng Ji's hand and looked at it carefully.

The son in my impression was still a boy, wearing a beaded crown and fine clothes. He was as fair and handsome as an immortal in the sky. When he was happy, he smiled brightly. When he was stubborn, even nine oxen could not hold him back...

The son in front of her had wheat-colored skin, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a short beard at the corners of his lips, a heavy gaze, and an alluring aura about him that made her, a mother, a little scared...

Her son has grown a beard!

The eldest princess held her son's hand tightly, not daring to push her son out any more, and begged, "Ji'er, please stay. If you don't like Mr. He, just go your own way. Mom won't force anything anymore."

Seeing that the old mother's hair was mostly gray, her eyes were full of tears, her voice was pleading, and she was no longer as strong as before, Zheng Ji's heart softened a little.

He said, "Mother's words are harsh, and the son cannot take them seriously." After a pause, he added, "Ms. He is not at fault, it's all my fault. I am destined to let her down in this life. Mom and dad should be nice to her and try their best to let her down."

I can live a worry-free life at home. Loyalty and filial piety cannot have both ends. I will still go back after the New Year, and I will be indispensable there."

The eldest princess shed tears.

Old Prince Consort Zheng felt that his son's willingness to stay at home for so long was a rare improvement. He had never stayed at home for five days before. He could no longer push him into a hurry like before and wanted to take things slowly.

He smiled and said, "Yichang, my son will stay with you for a month, which is great."

The next day, Zheng Ji distributed the gifts and went into the palace to meet the saint.

He did not go to the main hall to attend to his illness because of his illness, and she was once again heartbroken. She had a place there before, but now she was an eyesore.

A servant came in carrying a large box of gifts, saying they were from the master.

He opened the box expressionlessly.

There is a dazzling array inside, including jewelry, silk scarves, ornaments, carpets, and eyebrow stones, all of which are full of exotic customs. Especially the two brocade boxes of Persian eyebrow stones were the most popular among the women of the Jin and Dynasties, and they could not buy them even with their money.

Whenever Zheng Ji comes home, the gifts he gives her are extremely generous.

He wanted to use money to make up for the debt? But it didn't work out as he wished.

If your life and face are gone, what's the use of holding these things!

He picked up a box of eyebrow stones and threw them on the ground. He also tried to throw the jewelry, but was hugged tightly by Aunt Tang.

The other servants were so frightened that they retreated.

Aunt Tang shed tears and said, "Madam, what you do will make the eldest princess unhappy. If you continue to displease her in this mansion, your life will be really difficult."

He cried, "Mommy, I feel so miserable..."

Aunt Tang said, "I know, I also feel sorry for you, Madam. Madam, if a man's heart is not with you, it is even more important to capture the hearts of your parents-in-law. You can't let them dislike you anymore..."

In the afternoon, several old ministers of Duke Meng were also invited to the palace by the emperor to discuss the western affairs with Zheng Ji. They discussed until late at night and went home the next morning.

Zheng Ji stayed with the eldest princess all day, which made the eldest princess and consort Zheng extremely satisfied.

The eldest princess always smiled and never let go of her son's hand except for eating and going to the bathroom.

Mr. He was not an eyesore, and the three people in the main hall got along well with each other, as if they were back twenty years ago.

In the evening Zheng Jing came home from the Imperial College.

Facing her father, Zheng Jing felt very conflicted. She was strange, novel, admired, and afraid, but she also complained for her mother.

He kowtowed to Zheng Ji and said, "The son has met his father."

Because of the unfamiliarity, he was embarrassed to even call him "Dad".

After eight years of separation, that little boy has grown into a handsome young man and even won the title of Scholar.

Zheng Ji's eyes were filled with a rare smile and he said, "Get up."

Zheng Jing stood up, handsome, gentle, and heroic, very much like herself.

Zheng Ji nodded again with satisfaction, "Your mother raised you very well. You must be filial to your grandmother, grandfather, and your mother."

Zheng Jing bowed and said, "Yes, my son can do it."

At the beginning of Haishi, the eldest princess fell asleep, and Zheng's consort also went to the west room to rest.

Zheng Ji said to Zheng Jing, "You go back and rest, I want to stay here with your grandmother."

Zheng Jing begged in a low voice, "My son is staying with my grandmother here, and my father should go and stay with my mother. It has been really hard for my mother after so many years."

Zheng Ji didn't expect his son to make such a request and was stunned.

Zheng Jing added, "Father, my son has vaguely heard some rumors. In any case, my mother has done nothing wrong. She is the third matchmaker and sixth wife of the eldest princess's house. She was brought in with an eight-carriage sedan. Over the years

, my mother respects her parents-in-law, observes etiquette, and is even more considerate to her son. My son feels that the face his father should give should be given to her."

Zheng Ji was a little embarrassed, but also felt that his son was responsible for protecting his mother in this way.

He was silent for a moment, thought about the words and said, "Yes, your mother is not wrong, it is my fault, and I am sorry for her. But some things cannot be forced, so let's live this life. However, I will only have your mother as my wife."

, I won’t wrong her because of my status. Don’t get involved in adults’ affairs, honor your mother well, and be more open-minded and understanding to her.”

Zheng Jing understood that it was impossible for her father and mother to reconcile, and her mother's name would always be there.

He knew that what his mother wanted was the love of husband and wife. But judging from his father's attitude and his persistence, he could never give his mother what she wanted.

Zheng Jing felt sad for her mother, but she didn't dare to say more - it was useless to say more, so she had to retreat.

I don't know when it started snowing again, and the cold wind blew snowflakes on my face, which made my face hurt.

Zheng Jing went to her mother's yard. On this cold night, only she could bring warmth to her mother.

In fact, if your heart is with someone else, it doesn’t matter if you don’t care about his feelings.

Why can't mother think about it?

Zheng Jing pushed gently and the courtyard door opened.

Mother knew that she would still be waiting for him when she returned home today.

The lights in the upper rooms were like daylight, and his mother was really waiting for him.

Zheng Jing walked to the upper room.

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Chapter completed!