Traveling through the Tang Dynasty: The Concubine Goes to War

Early the next morning, Yang's father came to the palace early in the morning dressed in court robes.

Led by the guards, he entered the palace smoothly.

The emperor was handling government affairs. When he heard that Yang's father wanted to see him, he summoned him into the palace.

"My dear, did you have a smooth journey back to the capital?" the emperor asked with a smile.

As if he had forgotten that Yunxi had quarreled with him and left the palace without permission, he was furious and demoted him to Jingzhou, and issued an edict: he was not allowed to return to the capital without being summoned.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Everything is going well. I came here today, first, to pay my respects to Your Majesty, and second, to meet my daughter Yunxi." Father Yang replied respectfully.

"You and your daughter haven't seen each other for many years. You should meet each other." The emperor said, "Come, take Lord Yang to the Crown Prince's East Palace."

Yang Binghuai followed the palace maids all the way to the East Palace...

When passing by Xiuzhen Palace on the way, he suddenly saw a woman in exquisite palace dress standing not far ahead.

Because the two were far apart, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but judging from her figure and clothes, the woman was very similar to Yunxi.

Yang Binghuai couldn't help feeling a surge of joy in his heart, thinking that he had finally seen Yunxi, so he hurriedly quickened his pace and walked forward.

However, just as he was about to walk up to the woman and prepare to salute her, the woman suddenly turned around and walked into the palace.

Yang Binghuai was stunned for a moment and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

At this time, the palace maid beside him said, "Master Yang, do you also think that Ye Cairen looks very similar to Yang Fumu?"

"Talented Lady Ye? Fu Mu Yang?" Yang Binghuai looked puzzled after hearing the palace maid's words.

Seeing this, the maid smiled and made a gesture of invitation, saying to Yang Binghuai: "Master Yang, please follow me. You will know the place when you get there."

Yang Binghuai came to the East Palace with the palace maid with doubts.

He saw a boy about eight years old, wearing a bright yellow brocade robe with fluttering sleeves, as dazzling as the sun.

The little boy was kicking a Cuju ball nimbly with his feet, and laughter could be heard continuously. It was obvious that he was having a lot of fun.

Next to the boy, stood a graceful and pretty woman. She was Yunxi.

Yang Binghuai looked at Yunxi in front of him, his heart filled with love and guilt.

He walked quickly forward, held Yunxi's hand tightly, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Dad... Dad..." Yunxi, who came from another time, was surprised to see the original owner's father suddenly appear in front of him. Seeing the gray hair on Father Yang's temples and thinking of all the experiences over the years, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Yang Binghuai gently wiped away his daughter's tears and comforted her: "Xi'er, don't cry. Dad is back and will never leave you again."

Yunxi nodded and tried to stop crying. She looked up at the original owner's father, her eyes full of longing and dependence.

Yang Binghuai looked at Yunxi, who was wearing Fumu palace clothes, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Xi'er, why are you dressed like this now? Has the emperor treated you well over the years?"

Yunxi smiled slightly and responded softly: "Don't worry, Daddy. The emperor treats me very well. It's a pity that I was demoted to a commoner in the past, and then remarried to Han Xuan. Now, I can only return to the palace as the prince's tutor to avoid criticism."

At this point, Yunxi couldn't help but glance at the Crown Prince from the corner of his eye, and then added: "Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was kept in the dark about this matter."

When Yang Binghuai heard this, his heart was filled with pity. He reached out his hand and gently stroked Yunxi's hair, sighing with deep emotion: "Xi'er, you have suffered so much. Daddy was not able to be with you, and you have suffered so much hardship and grievance."

However, Yunxi shook her head gently and answered firmly: "Daddy, please rest assured, I don't feel tired."

Yang Binghuai held Yunxi's hand and promised, "Xi'er, Dad will come to see you often in the future."

At this time, a small figure came running like a whirlwind. It turned out to be the little prince.

He blinked his bright and curious big eyes and stared at Yang Binghuai, as if he was full of endless curiosity about this stranger.

"Who is this?" The little prince tilted his head and asked in a baby voice.

Seeing this, Yunxi hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying softly: "Your Highness, this man is my father."

When the little prince heard this, a bright smile immediately blossomed on his face, like a flower in full bloom in spring. He clapped his hands and shouted happily: "So it's Yang Fumu's father! Come and play Cuju with me!"

Yang Binghuai looked at the innocent, lively and lovely little prince in front of him, his little grandson, and couldn't help feeling a sense of intimacy in his heart.

He happily responded, "Yes, Your Highness." After that, he reached out to take the Cuju handed to him by the little prince and played with him in the courtyard.

Yunxi stood quietly by the side, following the joyful figures of her father and the little prince. A warm current surged in her heart, as if it could melt the whole world. It was an indescribable warmth that made her feel extremely happy.

At this moment, Yunxi felt as if she was in a beautiful dream. She saw a kind old man's smile as bright as the sun, and the little prince's laughter as sweet as a silver bell.

In this peaceful atmosphere, time seems to have stopped and everything becomes so beautiful.