Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

"My dear brother, I have already gone to Jinzhou to take up my post. I don't know when we will meet again. I have already taken Feiyu and the others to Jinzhou. I am very happy with the wheelchair you sent me. As a return gift, I will leave you the property in the north city of Yunzhou for your use. Please do not despise it. I have left a copy of my own boxing skills at home. Please pass it on to Brother Mu for me. If you need any help, please send me a message. Even if it is a thousand miles away, I will go! To my brother, Zhang Jingwei."

Upon learning that Zhang Jingwei had returned home, Liang Dahai and Zhang Liu rushed to deliver the letter. The old man Zhang Liu had not slept all night and had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

Zhang Jingwei carefully folded the letter in half and gently placed it in his arms, saying with emotion, "Brother Gao is really thoughtful!"

At this moment, Zhang Liu on the side couldn't help but say, "Master, Madam, how long are you going to kneel?"

Zhang Jingwei replied with a firm gaze, "Kneel until my father-in-law is no longer angry."

Zhang Liu looked at Zhang Jingwei and said distressedly, "Master, you've been kneeling for two hours. Why don't you get up first and let me kneel for you."

However, before Zhang Jingwei could say anything, Liang Dahai said, "Come on, godfather, with your legs like this, even standing up straight might be difficult, let alone kneeling."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but feel very surprised and asked quickly: "Godfather? When did you ask Sixth Uncle to be your godfather?"

Zhang Liu smiled and explained, "While I was at the clinic, I found Hai'er to be smart, well-behaved, and sensible. He was about the same age as my eldest son, so I decided to adopt him as my godson."

After hearing this, Zhang Jingwei clapped his hands excitedly and laughed, "Haha, great! This is fantastic news! In this case, we should definitely set up a nice banquet and celebrate with great fanfare!"

Liang Dahai, however, showed a worried look on his face and said softly, "Master, you've been drinking too much lately. I'm worried..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Jingwei interrupted him and asked, "What are you worried about?"

At this time, Huangfu Ling, who was kneeling beside him, also echoed Liang Dahai's words and gently advised: "Dahai is right. Drinking too much will harm your body after all. It's better to drink less."

Zhang Jingwei listened to Huangfu Ling's advice and nodded repeatedly in agreement. He immediately said, "Madam, you are absolutely right. Starting tomorrow, I must intensify my exercise and make my body strong!"

Huangfu Ling raised her eyebrows slightly and said coquettishly, "Aren't you supposed to study hard? You scholars should do your job as scholars." Her tone contained a hint of blame, but more of concern.

Zhang Jingwei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile, and responded: "A good body is the capital of revolution!"

Hearing this, Huangfu Ling couldn't help but chuckle, gently covered her mouth with her hand, and teased: "Oh, you start saying some confusing things again." Her beautiful eyes curved into crescent shapes, revealing a bit of playfulness and cuteness.

At this time, Liang Dahai, who was standing aside, looked at Zhang Jingwei and Huangfu Ling, then smiled and said, "Since the young master is accompanied by the young mistress, we servants will not disturb him here any longer." After that, he prepared to push Zhang Liu away.

However, Zhang Liu glared at Liang Dahai and said unhappily, "I was praising you for being smart just now, why are you saying all this nonsense now? How can the master suffer here while we, the servants, just watch?!" Although his voice was not loud, one could still hear the dissatisfaction in it.

Liang Dahai quickly lowered his voice and explained, "How can you be so tactless? The relationship between the Young Master and the Young Madam has finally eased a little. We should naturally be more sensible and give them some time and space to be alone."

After hearing this, Zhang Liu nodded as if he suddenly understood, and responded repeatedly: "Well, well, that's indeed the truth. Master, how about I massage your legs again?" As he said that, he lifted his buttocks which were sitting on the wheelchair, hunched over, stretched out his hands and was about to massage Zhang Jingwei's legs.

Zhang Jingwei quickly waved his hand and refused, "No, really no, you all go back first!"

After seeing the two men leave, Zhang Jingwei grabbed Huangfu Ling's little hand again. Huangfu Ling's cheeks blushed slightly, and she let him touch her hand.

Zhang Jingwei looked at Huangfu Ling's small but calloused hands and couldn't help but frown. He asked in confusion, "How come such small hands have so many calluses? It's heartbreaking to see them."

Huangfu Ling's lips curled up slightly, revealing a proud smile. She responded frankly, "As the daughter of a general, I'm no problem wielding a sword. So what's the big deal about having these calluses? It's perfectly normal."

Zhang Jingwei shook his head slightly and said disapprovingly, "Girls should learn elegant things like playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and knitting. Spending all day practicing swords and knives is inappropriate."

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Ling's eyebrows immediately raised, her eyes widened, and she retorted coquettishly, "If my father grows old and frail, unable to fight on the battlefield any longer, will we just sit there and watch the enemy invade and do nothing? Someone has to step forward and fight for his country!"

Zhang Jingwei was choked by her righteous words and was speechless for a moment, but he still insisted: "Our great dynasty is full of talented people, and there are countless warriors who are good at fighting. How can we lack a little woman like you to fight in the battlefield?"

Huangfu Ling's eyes flickered as she looked at Zhang Jingwei with a half-smile. She asked, "Then if you were ever in danger and imprisoned, who would protect a weak scholar like you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei's heart couldn't help but move, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. But he still said stubbornly, "I am a man of seven feet tall, how could I be afraid of such things?" However, his slightly red ears betrayed his true feelings at the moment.

The two of them joked with each other and time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was time for dinner.

Huangfu Changshui's guards hurried over, their faces full of respect as they bowed and said, "Miss, son-in-law, the Marquis wants you two to come and have dinner!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingwei's expression changed slightly, and he said hesitantly: "I'm afraid my father-in-law hasn't forgiven me yet, so I'd better not go..." As he spoke, he lowered his head unconsciously, with a hint of guilt and uneasiness in his eyes.

Huangfu Ling, who was standing by, saw this and quickly stood up. She gently brushed the dust off her knees, glared at Zhang Jingwei coquettishly, and said, "Ah, why are you so stupid? If Daddy hadn't forgiven you, why would he have asked you to come to dinner with him?"

After hearing what Huangfu Ling said, Zhang Jingwei felt a little relieved, but still seemed a little hesitant.

After a moment, he nodded and said, "Well, help me... I'm numb."