Wishful Things

After entering the city, the emperor drove back in the direction of the palace, and then, people from various prefectures also parted ways one after another.

With a few exceptions, the officials who followed this time were all above the third rank, and those whose mansions were built in the city were mostly in prosperous places.

Therefore, among the crowd of cars and sedan chairs, one of the carriages rushing to the old houses in the south of the city is particularly eye-catching.

The spacious and comfortable oil-walled carriage approached the residential area and stopped slowly at the entrance of the alley.

The alley is so narrow that horse-drawn carriages cannot pass through.

The person driving the carriage was a guard in casual clothes. At this time, he jumped off the seat, raised the curtain of the carriage, stretched out a hand, and helped the person in the carriage to get off.

Because the injury was not healed, the young man tied a cloak on top of his long gown.

Even so, when he suddenly got out of the carriage, and the warm early summer breeze blew by, the man still coughed for a while.

He looked in the direction of the alley, and didn't move his feet for a while, as if he felt a little bit of nostalgia.

After watching in silence for a while, he just lifted his foot and walked into the alley a little slowly.

The guard obviously had already found out where the residence was. At this time, he stopped in front of a small courtyard, said, "It should be this household", and then stepped forward and knocked on the courtyard door.

"Who is it?"

A woman's voice came from the courtyard.

The guard raised his voice and said, "Master Zhan is back, open the door."

"... Mr. Zhan?"

The woman opened the door from the inside, and said puzzledly: "Which Mr. Zhan? How come I have never heard of it? Is it the son of the Zhan clan?"

The door was opened, and the woman cast her curious eyes on the young man who looked a bit sick.

"Where is my mother?" The young man's voice was weak but trembling and eager. While speaking, his eyes had already turned to the direction of the courtyard.

"I don't know this young master..." Before the woman who looked like a servant girl could finish her question, she saw the young man walking into the courtyard.

She frowned and let out an "ah", and was about to stop her, only to hear a soft "chuckle", the young attendant pulled out a long knife from the back of her waist, and laid it across in front of her.

The servant woman was so startled that her face turned ashen, and her three souls and seven souls almost left her body and ascended to heaven.

"Your Majesty ordered Mr. Zhan to visit his mother, so don't let the idlers stop you—" the guard warned coldly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The servant woman was extremely surprised, and murmured, "Young Master Zhan... the wife's son? Didn't he throw himself into the river a long time ago?"

Due to the blue sky and white sun, the possibility of bumping into a ghost is too small... So, could it be that the person came back after not dying? !

After all, it was said at the beginning that the body had not been found for a long time!

Thinking of this astonishing possibility, the servant girl turned her head and glanced at the young man who was walking into the hall. She was eager to watch the excitement, and hurriedly explained to the guards: "This lord has misunderstood, and the lady has no intention of obstructing it. The lady came to take care of Mrs. Zhan's family at the order of Mr. Ji. She just didn't know the identity of the young master, so she couldn't let her in rashly..."

Seeing her flattering smile, the guard put the knife back expressionlessly.

The maid gave him a salute indiscriminately, and hurriedly followed, shouting: "I'll show you the way, my wife is here!"

"The roof of the inner room that used to be the bedroom was leaking. Before I had time to get someone to repair it, I was afraid that my wife would get wet and cold, so I temporarily cleaned up this room..."

The maid took Zhanyunzhu to the side room, pushed the door open as she walked ahead, and said happily, "Madam! Your son is back!"

"……who?"

Mrs. Jia, who was lying on the bed, turned her head slightly and asked in a low voice.

She just thought that she heard it wrong, or that she was dreaming again as usual.

"Your master is back!" The maid stepped into the room, stepped forward with a smile and helped Jia to sit up.

Jia Shi, who was so ill with only a bone left, let her help him to sit up, and asked in a daze, "Who... are you talking about?"

Long-term illness and depression made her look dull from the inside out.

The maid stuffed a pillow behind her for her to lean on, then smiled and stood sideways, pointing to the direction of the door: "Let's see for yourself who it is!"

There can't be someone impersonating this kind of thing, right?

But it was indeed the first time she had seen this kind of thing that she had only heard about in playbooks!

The maid's eyes flicked back and forth between the mother and the son, curiously distinguishing the real from the fake.

Looking at the young man standing inside the door, Jia Shi's gray and muddy eyes suddenly widened, and his thin, sunken and slack cheeks trembled with excitement.

"Jinping...is it really you?"

"Mother, it's my son who has returned." Zhan Yunzhu replied hoarsely.

The next moment, he lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down, and kowtowed heavily in Jia's direction: "It's my son who is unfilial and came back late."

Jia shook her head, her eyes were red and said excitedly: "... Hurry up... Come to mother, let mother take a good look at it!"

Zhan Yunzhu replied "Yes" in a respectful tone, got up and came to the bedside, and held the trembling hands that kept waving towards him.

"Jinping...my son...my son is really back!"

Jia's eyes were firmly fixed on his son's face, and he didn't dare to blink: "Mother knows that you are so sensible and filial since you were a child, there is no way you will abandon mother!"

While speaking, tears rolled down from the dark eye sockets.

Zhan Yunzhu raised his hand to caress his mother's messy and pale hair, and his eyes were also red: "It's because the son is unfilial and made the mother suffer..."

"No, seeing you back, mother won't feel bitter! Great, great!" A smile began to appear on Jia's face, and his eyes were always looking greedily at the person in front of him.

The maid at the side wiped away her tears.

In fact, she and this Mrs. Zhan's family didn't talk much on weekdays, but she just has the problem of being prone to tears because of other people's stories.

At this time, Zhan Yunzhu turned his head and said to her: "These days, thank you for taking care of my mother."

The maid hurriedly smiled and said, "Young Master Zhan, you are being polite. This is Mr. Ji's confession. I am just following orders."

It is said that the person who took care of the Mrs. Zhan's family was recruited by Miss Xu from the Duke of Zhen's mansion. After the case of Miss Xia's family was settled, the adults took pity on the Mrs. Zhan's family and asked her to come and replace her.

She was paid to do things, and she had nothing to thank others for.

"I will personally thank Mr. Ji in Xia Ding some other day."

Hearing what the young man said, the maid smiled and nodded.

It is Mr. Ji who should thank him. After all, Mr. Ji reluctantly hired her with his own money.

At this time, the young man said again: "I would like to say a few words to my mother alone—"

Thank you Qinghan for your reward, and thank you for your monthly tickets and comments.

Good night.