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"Here he comes! Here he comes! Master, look, it's the prince!" A Rong excitedly ran to the welcoming team to report to Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan couldn't hide her excitement. She ignored everyone present and walked quickly towards the intersection.

After walking a few steps, he saw a general wearing silver armor and holding a spear sitting on a tall horse, followed by a team of elite soldiers.

Looking closely, this general could be Zhao Huaijin who I haven't seen for a long time. Who else could it be?

"Ajin..." Song Qingwan called softly.

She seemed afraid to raise her voice, fearing that this was all just a dream. If she woke up, her Ah Jin would disappear again.

Ever since she broke up with Zhao Huaijin, Song Qingwan had dreamed of Zhao Huaijin walking towards her countless times, but she woke up every time before she could shake his hand.

But this time it was not a dream, it was real, her A Jin really came back.

Zhao Huaijin patted the horse's back lightly and walked out of the team. He threw the spear to Shangguan Li beside him, then jumped off the horse, walked up to Song Qingwan and picked her up.

"Awan..."

"Is that you, Jin? Am I really not dreaming?"

Song Qingwan gently stroked Zhao Huaijin's resolute cheek with trembling hands, and tears slowly flowed from her eyes.

At this moment, Song Qingwan is no longer the Princess Huai who is able to plan and lead the Huai Palace to fight against various forces on her own, but an ordinary woman who is finally waiting for her husband who has gone to the battlefield to come back.

Zhao Huaijin hugged Song Qingwan tightly in his arms, with such force that he seemed to want to rub her into his body.

He rested his forehead against Song Qingwan's with a look of heartache, and said with guilt, "No wonder."

"I'm sorry to leave you alone to suffer."

"It's not bitter. Today's result is good. We won't have to separate again in the future."

"Okay, we won't separate. I will stay in the capital with you and your son and never leave again."

The two were hugging each other tightly, when suddenly someone behind Zhao Huaijin patted him on the shoulder and teased him.

"Can you two care about other people's feelings? Go home and be intimate later."

It’s Shen Jingyi!

Song Qingwan hurriedly got down from Zhao Huaijin's arms and faced Shen Jingyi with surprise on her face.

"You're back! I thought that if Emperor Dongyue refused to release you, I would go find you and rescue you with Ajin."

"Just a little bit." Shen Jingyi shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if he had something to hide.

He has changed a lot now. When he was the Chief Justice of Dali Temple in the capital, Shen Jingyi only had some of the temperament of a military general, but overall he still looked like a scholar.

Now Shen Jingyi's temperament has become more masculine and steady, and his eyes are shining, which shows that he is very satisfied with the current situation.

"Is there any accident?"

Before Shen Jingyi could answer, Zhao Huaijin said sarcastically.

"Sir Shen almost became the son-in-law of Emperor Dongyue, but I blocked his path to success."

"Look at you, when did I ever say I was willing to marry that princess? Wasn't that just a temporary solution?" Chen Jingyi shook his head helplessly and rolled his eyes at Zhao Huaijin.

Song Qingwan's eyes wandered between the two of them, and she immediately felt that there must be an unusual story here. Something unpredictable seemed to have happened to Shen Jingyi...

Zhao Huaijin snorted coldly, walked forward, put his arm around Song Qingwan's shoulders and walked towards the gate of Prince Huai's Mansion.

"I'll tell you about this slowly when I get home."

"it is good."

Seeing that King Huai had arrived safely, Shen Jingyi turned around and left with the remaining elite troops.

At this time, Concubine Shun, who was holding Zhao Youan in her arms, had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Zhao Huaijin and Song Qingwan were being intimate just now and she didn't want to go up and disturb them, but as a mother, how could she not miss her son since he had been away for so long?

So before Zhao Huaijin walked up to her, tears were already welling up in Concubine Shun's eyes and she was muttering to herself.

"Jin'er...my son..."

"Mother! My son is unfilial!"

Zhao Huaijin fell to his knees in front of Concubine Shun, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed deeply.

Now Concubine Shun could no longer hold back her tears. She bent down, hugged Zhao Huaijin's head and cried loudly.

"Do you know how worried your mother is about you? If Wan'er hadn't told me that you were still alive, I would have really thought that you were killed by that father and son. This would tear my heart out..."

No matter how close the relationship between Zhao Huaiyuan and Concubine Shun was, the baby was conceived by someone else, and even though Concubine Shun loved him, there was still a layer of separation between them.

Only Zhao Huaijin was the flesh and blood that fell from her body after ten months of pregnancy. Thinking of all the suffering her son had endured, Concubine Shun wished she could bear it for him herself.

Everyone who saw this scene was moved to tears.

Especially Chunya, she kept wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, and her hands unconsciously hugged Zhao Youan tightly.

Although the young Zhao Youan didn't quite understand why his grandmother and mother were crying like that, when he vaguely heard Zhao Huaijin's name, he knew that his father had returned.

He struggled slightly, got down from Chunya's arms, ran to Zhao Huaijin with his short legs and asked curiously.

"You are my father? My mother's husband?"

This sentence immediately broke Zhao Huaijin's concentration. He stood up from the ground and looked at the little kid in front of him with a frown.

"You little brat, shouldn't you bow to your father?"

"So you are really my father. My mother said that he was a brave general. An'er has dreamed of you before."

Although Zhao Youan is young, he has strong language expression skills.

Song Qingwan is a doctor, so she would develop Zhao Youan's intelligence from time to time. This child is obviously much smarter and more mature than ordinary children.

At this moment, he put his hands behind his back, frowned, raised his head and looked at Zhao Huaijin. The two of them, one big and one small, were simply cast in the same mold.

Hearing his son say this, Zhao Huaijin's brows relaxed and he walked forward and picked up Zhao Youan.

"Have you listened to your mother at home? How are you doing with your studies?"

"Please rest assured, father. Mother has already hired a teacher to teach An'er how to write. She said that being uneducated is terrible."

Zhao Huaijin chuckled. This really sounded like something Song Qingwan would say. It was obvious that Awan had taught her son very well.

Everyone was chatting and laughing as they escorted Zhao Huaijin into the palace. A Rong quickly closed the door and followed the team into the flower hall.

He mainly wanted to know where his master was. There had been no news for such a long time. He didn't know whether he had returned with the prince this time.

When Zhao Huaijin heard A Rong asking about A Wu, he coughed lightly with some embarrassment, thought for a while and answered.

"Your master may not be back for a while. He has other things to do."

"How long will it take? I miss my master so much." A Rong lowered his head with a frustrated look on his face and walked aside silently.

Song Qingwan looked at Zhao Huaijin and asked him if Arong had gone to look for Yancai again.

Zhao Huaijin nodded affirmatively, indicating that Song Qingwan guessed right. This kid is now obsessed with his wife and will definitely go to Yancai whenever he has some time.

This time, Zhao Huaijin originally planned to let him follow the team back to Beijing and then give him an official position. However, this kid didn't want to stay in the capital to work and wanted to go to Jiangnan.

Song Qingwan looked at Arong with some sympathy, "Silly child, your master doesn't want you anymore..."

The palace had prepared a welcoming banquet for Zhao Huaijin early in the morning. After everyone exchanged greetings for a while, Chunya and Concubine Shun went to the kitchen of the palace to look after the dishes.

Since there was no one else around, Song Qingwan pulled Zhao Huaijin into the bedroom, locked the door, and was about to take off Zhao Huaijin's armor.

Zhao Huaijin's eyes darkened, but he grabbed her hands and coaxed her softly.

"By evening..."

"What do you mean until the evening? What are you thinking about, you fool! This armor must be extremely heavy. Of course you have to change into casual clothes for dinner."

So that's how it is... A hint of disappointment flashed across Zhao Huaijin's face.

Didn't Awan miss him for so long? Zhao Huaijin was almost going crazy thinking about him... If everyone wasn't waiting in the front yard, he would have fought for hundreds of rounds right now.

Song Qingwan sighed helplessly. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhao Huaijin on the cheek, then whispered into his ear.

"I miss you too."

"Really?"

"Of course, I've thought about it many times in my dreams! What about you, have you ever dreamed about me?"

Zhao Huaijin did not speak, but answered with actions.

He held Song Qingwan's face and kissed her lips hard, and only let go when Song Qingwan was almost out of breath.

"I close my eyes almost every day and your shadow appears in my mind."