ts to see the two children who stayed at the Northern Xinjiang Prince's Mansion.But now she is Master Ye's wife. To prevent the Emperor from misunderstanding any relationship between Master Ye and Bei...An Xue Tang was thinking, even if he had fallen asleep in his room last night as soon as he got back, waking up so early, it hadn't been many hours anyway.

He must have been through a lot on his journey, working hard and without proper rest. After all, he had no time and no resources for it. He was afraid of being found along the way, so he couldn't just openly appear in inns.

Thinking of how he had been hunted all this way, An Xuetang felt pity for him. She just wanted him to come back and rest well after returning, at least to recover his energy first.

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But after she spoke, Mo Junyi firmly shook his head. “Mother, I still want to watch over my younger brother here.”

I also want to be closer to her. It was so hard to come back, and no one knows how he survived falling into the river.

Even his own father wanted to kill him, so he inevitably had thoughts of suicide.

Even his own father wishes he were dead, what is the point of him living

Just as he was about to give up and stop swimming, when he felt like giving in to the river's current, suddenly, images of his Uncle Wu and his mother flashed into his mind. They were both waving at him, beckoning him to come over quickly.

And in that instant, the fighting spirit within him flared to life. He and Dazip battled with all their might to swim from the raging current to the riverbank, barely escaping with their lives.

After he came back, he wanted to stick close to his mother, wanting to be as near to her as possible, and couldn't bear to leave.

An Xuetang saw that Mo Junyi really didn't want to rest, she helplessly reached out and rubbed his head, "If you're tired, be sure to say so."

"Well, Mother, don't worry."

Seeing that he was determined not to go back, An Xuetang didn't persuade him any further. Anyway, she wished she could see him every minute of every day.

Reader's ID - 563743675e was downcast, his eyes drooping, and he held a bottle of liquor in his right hand, taking sips from time to time.There seemed to be a haze obscuring the depths of his glacial eyes, leaving one to wo...