The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

General Hua and Mrs. Hua took big strides, coming as fiercely as the wind. Their figures seemed to carry an air of majesty as they ran straight towards the lobby.

Wutong had already noticed their arrival and was a little nervous, so he made preparations early.

At this time, the hot tea that had just been brewed was emitting steam, and the green tea leaves were swirling in the water, emitting bursts of refreshing green tea fragrance.

The fragrance of tea lingers in the entire lobby like a veil. As soon as you step into the lobby, the refreshing tea aroma will hit you in the face, making you feel refreshed.

General Hua's sensitive nose moved slightly, as if attracted by the fragrance of tea, and he couldn't help but inhale the fragrance of tea. His originally solemn face seemed to be smoothed a little by the fragrance of tea, and his tense expression eased a little.

"Oh, I didn't know that General Hua was coming. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you!" Wutong stood up quickly and greeted him with a smile on his face.

However, her slightly awkward opening remarks made her feel a little embarrassed, and an unnatural smile appeared on her face. The smile seemed a little forced, as if it was forced out.

"Wutong, what are you talking about? We came here just to see Hua Ye, why didn't she come to greet us?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Hua realized Wutong's embarrassment and said with a smile, still with a faint smile on her face and a hint of gentleness in her eyes.

"Please take a seat and have a cup of tea first!"

Wutong suppressed his inner uneasiness and made a gesture of invitation. The movement seemed a bit stiff, as if he was mechanically executing an order.

General Hua was not polite at all. He took a big step and walked straight over the Wutong tree. He sat on the chair as steadily as an iron tower.

The posture was extremely heroic, with his hands spread out casually on the chair rails, his back as straight as a pine or cypress, and his imposing manner still as strong as before.

General Hua picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. The tea leaves rolled in the water, as if carrying the doubts and worries in his heart.

He put down the teacup, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety, and said directly: "Tea has been drunk! Is Hua Ye not in the mansion? Did something happen to her?"

Wutong's big eyes, sparkling like stars, blinked quickly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but soon returned to clarity, and he answered seriously.

"Miss Hua and our eldest prince are out traveling. I don't know when they will return, and they didn't tell me..."

As she spoke, Wutong's tone unconsciously revealed a deep helplessness, as if she was distressed about having two such casual masters.

She lowered her head slightly, twisted her fingers together nervously, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

"It's only been a few days since your wedding? And you're already traveling around the mountains and rivers?"

General Hua was so shocked by this lame excuse that his eyes widened, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

He slammed the table, and it made a dull sound, as if it was shocked by his anger.

He stood up in a flash, his tall body standing like a mountain, full of aura.

The anger that was about to burst out was like a ball of blazing flame, which almost harmed the innocent table. Cracks suddenly appeared on the originally smooth table top, and wood chips on the table fell down and scattered on the ground, as if telling of the owner's anger at the moment.

"This, this, this..."

General Hua was so angry that he couldn't speak. He clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Seeing this, Wutong took several steps back in an instant. The veins on his white forehead were throbbing, and it seemed as if the blood vessels could be clearly seen under the skin.

Her heart was filled with fear and a hint of guilt, and she didn't know how to face the general's current mood.

But now faced with this situation, she could only bite the bullet and explain, but she didn't care at all that Mrs. Hua and General Hua's faces gradually became as gloomy as ink.

"General Hua, what I said is true. As a mere servant, I cannot persuade His Highness and the others, so getting angry with me will be of no use."

A hint of displeasure flashed across Mrs. Hua's eyes, and she frowned slightly; and General Hua's face was full of anger, as if it would explode at any time.

At this moment, Xu Fu, dressed in a black riding suit, came striding over like a gust of wind.

His face was so serious that it seemed like water could drip out of it, as if Wutong had just said something wrong, causing an uncontrollable anger to surge in his heart.

"Who said you were a servant? Wutong, you are my future wife. If you dare to say you are a servant again, I will never let you off easily. I will seal your mouth immediately!"

There was unquestionable majesty in Xu Fu's voice, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

At this moment, General Hua glared at Xu Fu and shouted, "Your eldest brother has only been married for a short time, and he's already taken his new wife miles away from home. You must contact them as soon as possible. You must follow the proper etiquette. I, the Hua family, don't want anyone to criticize me."

Xu Fu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said solemnly: "General Hua, I will send someone to contact them immediately. Once I get in touch with them, I will send someone to notify you as soon as possible. No, I will let my eldest brother take Miss Hua home."

After Xu Fu's repeated assurances, General Hua and his wife finally agreed reluctantly, and then returned home with a heavy heart.