The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Mom, I'm back."

Qin Ze was jogging to the back hall when he saw his mother walking towards him. Noticing that her face was obviously thinner, Qin Ze looked ashamed.

"I'm glad you're back." Lin Wan, as always, had a smile on her face and called softly.

"I just finished talking with Tianguan, and I hurried back." Qin Ze walked to his mother's side and agreed, then nodded to Zhang Zisheng who was beside his mother.

Zhang Zisheng didn't say a word, but just nodded slightly and smiled faintly.

At this time, Lin Wan began to grope Qin Ze's body up and down with her hands. Qin Ze didn't understand why and his cheeks gradually turned red: "Mom, what are you doing?"

Lin Wan did not respond. After a while of groping, she suddenly hugged Qin Ze and buried her face tightly in her son's arms. Her dignified and calm expression had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a look that seemed to be laughing and crying.

The suppressed laughter and crying came out from Qin Ze's arms: "As long as you are fine...very good."

In the past, before her husband died, Lin Wan had great expectations for her son, hoping that he would grow up to be a successful man like his father. But now, she only hopes that her son can be safe and sound.

No matter whether he is the King of Zhenbei or the monarch, these powers and reputations are irrelevant. As long as his son is healthy and can be with him, that's enough.

Lin Wan felt that the year her son was away with the army had never been so long, so she hugged her son tightly, feeling his body warmth, fearing that all this was just a dream from which she had not yet woken up.

Qin Ze felt his mother's silent concern and also reached out to hug her. He gently patted his mother's back and comforted her:

"Very well, I can eat and sleep well, better than before."

Zhang Zisheng looked at the mother and son hugging each other, took a few steps back, and then turned around to ask the maids to prepare dinner.

It was unknown how long it took before Lin Wan gradually calmed down. He raised his face from his son's arms, looked at his son with gentle eyes, and reached out to touch his face:

"I haven't seen you for almost a year. You've become darker and you don't take care of your beard."

Qin Ze said with a smile: "Doesn't this make you look more manly?"

Lin Wan smiled: "You are my son, of course you are manly."

Then, she gradually stopped smiling, left Qin Ze's arms, took his hand and said seriously: "Son, you did a good job."

"Mom is so happy for you." When she said this, she couldn't help but tears welled up in her eyes.

Qin Ze reached out and wiped her tears, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, mother."

"It's only been a year since we last met, why are you crying? That's not like you."

Yes, it’s only been a year since we last saw each other, but during this year, as a mother, I cried countless times at night, worrying that he might have met with an accident outside and that I would hear bad news about my son.

During the time she had returned to Jinling, Lin Wan had felt as if she were in a dream. Now that she could finally hold her son's hand and touch his body, she realized that this was reality and not a dream.

Tears were still flowing from her eyes, but Lin Wan smiled again: "Mom has grown old and has become sentimental."

Hearing the words "Mom is old", Qin Ze's heart suddenly ached. This was the last thing he wanted to hear.

"You're not even fifty yet, how can you look old?" Qin Ze reached out and brushed away a strand of black hair hanging from his mother's forehead, looked at her and said with a smile.

"I'm old, I even have white hair." Lin Wan sighed.

"Where? Why didn't I see it?" Qin Ze looked at his mother's black hair, and at first glance there was not a single white hair.

"Look at it slowly later. Come on, son, let's go inside and talk." Lin Wan held her son's hand tightly and pulled him into the back hall.

After sitting down, she still held her son's hand tightly and poured out all her worries. Qin Ze was not annoyed by his mother's nagging. He listened with a smile, nodded from time to time, and said a few words to comfort his mother.

Zhang Zisheng, who was arranging for the maids to prepare dinner, had already told the servants not to disturb the mother and son at this time.

Inside the house, the mother and son chatted for a long time until the sun completely set and the sky gradually darkened.

"I heard that you brought Jin Weizun's daughter back to the capital?" Lin Wan, who had talked about countless topics, suddenly brought up this matter.

Qin Ze had already become dry-mouthed from his mother's chatter, and was now reaching for the fruit plate. When he heard his mother ask about this, he immediately nodded and said yes.

Lin Wan immediately asked, "I saved her life at the execution ground and called her a heroine. Is that what you said?"

Qin Ze had just picked up two plums from the fruit plate. Hearing this, he hesitated and said:

"Mom, what I said is correct, right?"

"Although her last name is Jin, you should know that her assassination was..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Wan interrupted him: "I didn't say you were wrong, why are you so anxious to explain?"

Qin Ze smiled helplessly: "I thought you were blaming me for this."

Hearing this, Lin Wan stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek, scolding him: "In your mind, is mother so unreasonable?"

Qin Ze shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, how could I think like that."

"I think that's what you think." Lin Wan, who had been crying because she missed her son, now changed her expression and started complaining.

"Really? Is there any woman in this world who is more sensible than you, mother?" Qin Ze flattered his mother and handed her a plum with a smile.

Lin Wan took the plum, but asked with a straight face: "I don't think there's anything wrong with what you did."

"But what are you going to do with her when you bring her back to the capital? Are you going to give her some land, a house, or some money and food in Jinling as a reward for her contribution?"

Seeing his mother's stern face, Qin Ze realized that something was wrong. He was thinking about this on the way back home. After all, the grudge between the two families was there, and it was not surprising that his mother was hostile to Jin Changge. However, if he completely ignored his mother's thoughts, there would be a long time in the future, and both his mother and Jin Changge would definitely not have peace.

Seeing his mother asking so directly, Qin Ze sighed in his heart and stammered:

"Well... that's not my plan."

"Then the merits and demerits offset each other, so let her be a commoner and find her own way out?" Lin Wan asked again.

"That... isn't it." Qin Ze brought the plum to his mouth.

"Then what are you going to do?" Lin Wan's face darkened and her tone became heavier.

Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat and he put the plum down again. But then he said seriously:

"Mom, actually I want to..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Wan interrupted him:

"What good things do you want to do?"

"Do you want her to give birth to some big fat boys for you?"