My Entire Family’s Gone Haywire!

Lin hurried over to help the Duke of Zhenguo calm down, and Lu Ni poured him some hot water.

Lu Ming wanted to exaggerate, but Lu Zheng didn't give him a chance.

Lu Zheng took two steps closer and looked at the loving couple and well-behaved children across the street. He was numb. When he was a child, he would envy and hate them, but now he was just numb.

He looked at the Duke of Zhenguo: "Father, don't get angry, otherwise, this Duke of Zhenguo Mansion will really be my territory. The virtuous wife in your heart, your beloved children and grandchildren, will live under my command. Think about it, this rebellious son can make me angry to death, what else can't I do?"

After saying that, he curved his mouth and turned away.

"Stop! Rebellious son, stop right there!" The Duke of Zhenguo just calmed down and drank a sip of water to feel comfortable, but he was blocked by Lu Zheng's words again.

Unfortunately, Lu Zheng would not listen to him at all.

Lu Zheng walked in the huge Duke of Zhenguo Mansion, and Amber followed behind him, looking worried.

When he was young, he was a servant of the old Duke of Zhenguo. At that time, he felt sorry for Lu Xue and Lu Zheng. Now that he is old, he still can't stand the Duke of Zhenguo and the Lin family bullying Lu Zheng.

However, now that the prince has grown up, he will not be bullied.

Seeing that Lu Zheng was heading to the ancestral hall, An Bo did not ask much.

The prince has not returned for many years. When he comes back, he must go to visit the old master and Madam Zhou.

"An Bo, you go to rest! I am very familiar with the Duke's Mansion and know how to get back to my own courtyard." When he arrived at the ancestral hall, Lu Zheng turned to An Bo and said.

"Okay, prince. Then the prince should rest early. I have asked the servant of Bo Cuiyuan to clean up the courtyard. The prince will go back and wash and rest. The old Duke and Madam Zhou will be very happy to see the prince back." An Bo said.

Lu Zheng smiled and nodded.

After An Bo left, Lu Zheng entered the ancestral hall and closed the door.

He took three incense sticks from the side, lit them, and knelt on the mat: "Grandfather, mother, Zheng'er is back."

The ancestors of the Zhou family were enshrined in the ancestral hall, and the youngest one was his mother Zhou Yujia.

He held the incense and recounted his experiences over the years, just like a wanderer returning home to tell his elders about his travels.

His voice was very light, sometimes cheerful, sometimes low.

...

In the study of the Duke of Zhenguo, his heart had calmed down.

He took out a scroll from the collection of scrolls and slowly opened it.

In the scroll was a woman in red, with eyes exactly like Lu Zheng. When the scroll was opened, the Duke of Zhenguo felt that the woman in the painting was looking at her.

Her smile was so unforgettable!

There were tears in the eyes of the Duke of Zhenguo: "Xiaojia, Zheng'er is back, will you still hate me?"

Unfortunately, no one answered him.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the scroll. The Duke of Zhenguo quickly wiped them with a handkerchief. He was afraid that his tears would stain the scroll and infect the people in the painting.

He thought of how they met in Zhoujia Town, the beauty of their marriage, and the mess he made after their marriage, and his tears kept flowing.

It has been more than 20 years. He hasn't cried for more than 20 years. The last time he cried was when his Xiaojia died.

If, he thought, if he hadn't been soft-hearted, if he had been more determined, if he had taken Xiaojia to guard the border, would all the things that happened later have never happened?