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The sun was shining and the breeze was blowing gently on the day when the crown prince returned to the court. Just before the autumn harvest, the Song Dynasty finally welcomed the return of their crown prince.

As the ruler of a country and the father of the commander-in-chief of the three armies, Zhao Zhen was extremely excited. He personally led all the civil and military officials of the court and went out of the city gate three miles away to greet him early in the morning.

When the well-informed people heard the news, they took to the streets spontaneously without any obstruction from the government.

They were dressed in their most respectable clothes, holding flowers, vegetables and fruits, and followed closely behind the Royal Guards, forming a long ribbon.

At first glance, people's faces were filled with excitement and anticipation, and they all hoped to witness with their own eyes this handsome, promising, and accomplished prince.

As an exciting horn sounded, a majestic army gradually appeared in the distance, with flags flying, horse hooves clattering, and soldiers marching in unison with high morale.

The one riding in the front on horseback is the handsome, elegant and majestic Crown Prince!

He was wearing golden armor, with a simple sword on his waist, riding a strong warhorse, and slowly walking towards the crowd.

Zhao Zhen saw his son, who was majestic and dignified in every move, in the distance. Tears flashed in his eyes and the curve of his mouth became more and more obvious.

When the army, led by the prince, stopped not far away, he could not help but hurried forward, hugged the prince tightly, and said with a sob: "My son, you have worked hard! This time, you have not only made great contributions to the country, but also made it possible for the people in the northwest border to live and work in peace!"

"But why has my son lost so much weight?" After saying that, he let go of Zhao Xi, wiped the tears from his face, and stared at his son's darkened face.

No matter how indifferent Zhao Xi usually was, she couldn't help but tear up when she saw her father's increasingly gray hair and his increasingly aged face.

"Dad, I am an unfilial child. I have not been able to be filial to you in the past few years, and you have been worried about me all day long."

As if he suddenly thought of something, he quickly took something out of his pocket and said, "Look, this is the best trophy my son has gained in the past three years!"

Zhao Zhen followed his son's gaze, looked at the object wrapped in the towel in his hand, and carefully took it with his hand.

After seeing the true face of this thing, he burst into tears and couldn't help murmuring: "Thanks to the blessing of Taizu and Taizong, our Zhao family has produced another outstanding man."

The soldiers around and the common people in the distance burst into tears when they saw this scene. It had been many years since the Song Dynasty had achieved such great results. Now, in their lifetime, they might have the hope of returning to their homeland. How could they not be excited?

Zhao Zhen held his son and had thousands of words to say to him, but he was the emperor after all, and no matter how worried he was, he agreed to send his son to the battlefield.

Now, the soldiers behind his son were still waiting for his reward and to be reunited with their families, so he could only suppress his longing and reluctance and bowed deeply to the soldiers who were standing like pine trees not far away.

Seeing this, the civil and military officials and the common people followed suit. After a moment of silence, the soldiers shouted with tears in their eyes: "Long live the emperor! Long live the Song Dynasty!"

Suddenly, the area outside Tokyo was bustling with activity. Some people were moved to tears because they saw their loved ones, some were moved that the royal family could finally see the peace they had earned with their blood and sweat, and some were sad in their hearts but tried hard to put on a smile.

This day was the day when the people, soldiers and the royal family were closest to each other in the hundred years since the founding of the Song Dynasty. It was also the day when the royal family finally gained true recognition from the people.

After the initial excitement and joy gradually subsided, Zhao Xi looked at his father, now the emperor of the Song Dynasty, his eyes reddened, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

"I am incompetent and have failed the trust you and the people placed in me. I brought over 100,000 men with me this time, but I have only brought back less than 90,000. I am really useless..."

There is no happiness that can be obtained without reason. It is said that the success of a general is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. Without the soldiers defending their country and building the Great Wall of Steel with their flesh and blood, how could there be a prosperous home where "the heaven and the earth are one, and the four seas are peaceful and tranquil".

When the people around heard the prince's words, they covered their faces and cried. They no longer had the energy to throw the flowers in their hands to the soldiers. The previous joy seemed like yesterday, and sadness slowly spread throughout Tokyo.

Although the prince was very sad, he had more important things to do at the moment, so he spoke again: "The great achievement of destroying Xixia this time was all thanks to the soldiers' unity and hard fighting on the battlefield."

"So I beg the emperor to give the rewards given to Xixia to these meritorious officials and provide relief to the martyrs who lost their loved ones, so that they can continue to carry on the honor and protect the people of the Song Dynasty to enjoy eternal peace."

Zhao Zhen was not an impulsive person. He was most particular about seeking progress while maintaining stability in important court affairs. However, after hearing his son's heartfelt words and looking at the sincere officers and soldiers, he agreed to such an important event for the first time without discussing it with the prime minister.

Some civil officials were very dissatisfied with this, but they had to remain silent under the watchful eyes of the public. After all, they did not want to ruin their reputation in order to suppress military generals.

The soldiers, as the vested interests, once again loudly thanked the emperor and the prince for their kindness. The surrounding people were also deeply moved by the two father and son of the royal family. Even some upright civil officials temporarily reduced their prejudice against the soldiers.

After a series of grand and complicated ceremonies, Zhao Zhen and Zhao Xi, father and son, were finally able to return home.

As soon as he entered Daning Palace, Zhao Zhen couldn't wait to grab his son's hand and look him up and down, fearing that his son might make any mistake on the battlefield.

Whenever Zhao Xi had a headache or fever, Zhao Zhen would be so anxious that he couldn't sleep at night, and sometimes he would even be sicker than his son.

Therefore, in order to prevent his emotional old father from worrying too much, Zhao Xi turned around in front of him in a rare unsteady manner, and said that he was a martial arts expert, and as the commander-in-chief of the army, he did not need to fight on the battlefield personally.

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he felt relieved. After all, he knew his son. Zhao Xi had been extremely steady since he was a child and had never lied to him.

Therefore, in addition to feeling sorry for her son's darker and thinner appearance, after the imperial physician examined his pulse and confirmed that she was in good health, she began to chat with him with relief.

"You've been gone for three years, and you didn't take me seriously as your father. Fortunately, you married me a filial and well-behaved daughter-in-law who has taken good care of me over the past few years."

"By the way, you are almost seventeen now, and your daughter-in-law is only about thirteen. It will take at least two years before she reaches the age of marriageable. So I am thinking that I should choose two concubines for you first. Do you want to choose them yourself, or let me do it for you?"

After hearing this, Zhao Xi's ears turned red, but he always felt that if one day there was someone else between him and his young wife, it would not only be extremely awkward, but he would definitely not be very comfortable in the future.

So he quickly cheered himself up and dissuaded his old father from his idea, lest he really put a few people in his room and make his young wife unhappy.

Zhao Zhen was not angry when his son refused. Although he wanted to hold his grandson, he cared more about his son's mood. He had only one child, and he spent so much effort to ensure that he could grow up safely.

It can be said that the reason he was so nervous about this son at the beginning was because he really needed an heir to inherit the throne.

But after so many years of dedication, Zhao Xi had already become an irreplaceable blood relative in his heart. Even if she was his favorite concubine, he would reject her without hesitation if she said anything bad about the prince.

"Well, since your father Zong He doesn't want it, then we don't want it. We will listen to you. But in the future, it would be better if you could give me more grandchildren so that they can spend more time with an old man like me."

Zhao Xi didn't know how to respond, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Father, have you not listened to your son in the past three years? Otherwise, why do you have so many white hairs?"

Zhao Zhen was a little embarrassed. This was the first time in so many years that his son had asked him to do something so seriously, but he failed to do it. For a moment, he sat there with his head down, looking like a child who had made a mistake. It was only because Zhao Xi tried hard to resist "finding fault" that he did not embarrass his old father any further.

The father and son talked affectionately for a while, without any strangeness from not seeing each other for three years. Zhao Xi rejected his father's request to sleep with his feet close to his, and walked quickly towards the East Palace under the moonlight.