With his eyebrows slightly narrowed, Jiuwei whispered: "Thank you, father."

The Emperor Xiu didn't say anything.

Although it was a reunion dinner, Emperor Xiu didn't talk much and didn't like to say anything at the dinner table, so the meal was very quiet.

Quiet but not depressing.

Occasionally, inadvertently, Emperor Xiu could still glimpse a smile from the corner of the little guy's mouth. He raised his eyebrows for this, but he just pretended that he didn't see it.

This Mid-Autumn Festival is of great significance to Jiuwei.

He felt the warmth that he did not reject from his family and blood relationship, and also felt the alternative and obscure love for his son under his father's always taciturn appearance.

And these will make him feel unpained even if he can only face it alone in the process of gradually reaching the peak in the future. He has enough strong and powerful support to help him overcome the long and boundless years of loneliness.

...

On the evening of August 15, a large carriage accompanied two horses through the town until it arrived in Yinzhou.

"Just let's part here." In the carriage, Jiu Rao held her chin and looked at her mother, "You really don't plan to go back?"

Zixi touched her head: "Actually, my mother really wants to go back and accompany you, but you know--"

"But I know that my mother has her concerns." Jiu Rao said, smiling lazily, "Actually, after all, it's just that my father wants to occupy her mother."

When Chu Chen heard this outside, he retorted with dissatisfaction: "Rao'er, I haven't seen your mother for nine years. Now I'm wondering what happened to my life in a few days? You're not jealous, right?"

"Who is jealous?" Jiurao wrinkled her nose, "I wish my father would stay away from me so that I can have room for performance."

Chu Chen twitched: "You little ungrateful, don't lose your country."

Jiu Rao curled her lips: "Dad is too despised."

Zixi listened to the father and daughter talking and smiled faintly: "With the Regent, Rao'er will be able to behave properly."

Nan Mohao didn't say anything, his silent eyebrows looked more peaceful and calm than nine years ago, without desire or demand, and was a mentality that had long taken everything lightly.

"Mom." Jiu Rao thought for a while, "I don't think Mom can be so unfair."

"Hmm?" Zixi raised her eyebrows, "I'm not fair?"

Jiurao nodded: "Uncle Regent is also his mother's royal husband. Although he is just a title, Uncle Regent has done a lot in recent years. He is devoted to his mother again, mother..."

"Jiu Rao, you're too busy with your care." Chu Chen spoke dissatisfied outside the car, "You don't get involved in your affairs."

Whose daughter is she?

After learning martial arts with the Regent for several years, he was always following him?

Zixi smiled faintly: "Rao'er, my mother has been in a coma for nine years. Now she has just woken up. Many things need to be thought about. Moreover, you are nine years old this year, and you will be in charge of the rule in six or seven years - of course, if you have enough ability to control the ministers and make all officials convinced you, maybe you can decide the country by yourself in three or five years. Then the Regent is idle... Do you still need to worry about these issues?"

After nine years, not only Nan Mohao saw it, but Zixi also saw it.

People who have died once always have different ideas from before.

What kind of love is, for her, perhaps it is no longer the whole of her life - in fact, from the beginning, love was not the whole of her life.

She could not give Nan Mohao a love affair with men and women, but she had already regarded him as her family.

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Chapter completed!