Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

Lin Yiwan nodded gently, reached out and brushed a fallen leaf off Zhan Xuan's shoulder, her voice soft yet clear: "Xuan'er, your mother is not by your side, you must take good care of yourself, think twice before you act, and never be as impulsive as before."

Her tone was full of instructions, and the concern in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Zhan Xuan nodded heavily, his eyes slightly red: "Mother, rest assured, I have grown up and will definitely follow your teachings, manage the affairs of the court well, and not disappoint you, Father and Mother."

Looking at his son's mature appearance, Zhan Yan was filled with emotion.

Not long ago, this little guy always followed behind me, but now he can stand on his own and support his family.

He put down his teacup, patted Zhan Xuan on the shoulder, and said, "Xuan'er, the affairs of the court are complicated. You have just taken power and you will surely encounter many difficulties. Remember to listen and think more about everything, treat loyal ministers well, stay away from treacherous officials, and do not fail your uncle's entrustment, and even more so, do not fail the people of Li Kingdom."

"Your son will remember your teachings, Father." Zhan Xuan's words were firm and resolute, his eyes filled with determination.

Lin Yiwan took out a brocade box from her bosom and handed it to Zhan Xuan: "Xuan'er, this is a peace charm that your mother embroidered by hand. May you be well in Li Kingdom and have peace every year. May you also protect this country and its people and keep them at peace."

The brocade box was opened, revealing a peace charm embroidered with a dragon and phoenix pattern. The stitches were fine and the workmanship was exquisite, revealing the mother's painstaking efforts in every detail.

Zhan Xuan took the brocade box, clutching it tightly in his hand. Feeling the lingering warmth of his mother on it, his heart warmed, and tears finally welled up in his eyes: "Thank you, Mother. I will cherish it."

He knew his mother wasn't good at handicrafts, but she still made him a lucky charm by hand, a token of her affection.

The three chatted for a while longer in the pavilion. As the sun rose higher, it dispelled the chill of the morning. Zhan Yan stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Xuan'er, it's getting late. Your mother and I should set off."

Zhan Xuan also stood up, looking at the two of them with complicated emotions. A thousand words were stuck in his throat, but in the end, he could only say, "Father, Mother, have a safe journey."

He paused, then added, "Remember, Liguo is also your home. Your child will always be here waiting for you to come back."

Lin Yiwan could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face. She stepped forward and gently hugged Zhan Xuan, saying, "My Xuan'er, take good care of yourself."

Zhan Xuan hugged his mother back, his voice choked with emotion: "Mother, please take good care of yourself. Your son will wait for you to come back."

A moment later, Lin Yiwan let go of his hand, and Zhan Yan, supporting her, turned and walked towards the carriage.

Lin Yiwan kept turning back to look at Zhan Xuan's figure, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Zhan Xuan stood in the pavilion and bowed deeply to the backs of the two figures until the carriage gradually disappeared into the distance and at the end of the official road, before slowly straightening up.

He raised his hand to stroke the amulet in his bosom, and tears finally streamed down his face. A servant beside him whispered, "Your Majesty, the wind is getting strong; we should return to the palace."

Zhan Xuan nodded and turned to walk towards the capital.

Sunlight bathed him, casting a long shadow that conveyed a sense of loneliness yet also unwavering resolve. He knew that from this day forward, the burden on his shoulders would be heavier; he would not only protect the kingdom of Li, but also await the return of his father and mother.

On the official road, the carriage traveled north. Lin Yiwan lifted the carriage curtain, gazing at the capital city gradually receding into the distance, and said softly, "Ayan, our Xuan'er has grown up. He is no longer that impetuous young man."

Zhan Yan held her hand and said gently, "Yes, you've grown up and can stand on your own now. When the world is at peace in the future, we'll come back and reunite."

He was extremely gratified that he had raised Zhan Xuan so well. Although the trip to Li Kingdom was arduous, the result was satisfactory.

After traveling for several days, Zhan Qingning encountered a problem.

She leaned against the car wall, her once bright face now as pale as paper, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, her hands pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and her lower lip bitten until it bled.

With her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she tried to suppress her discomfort. A burning sensation surged in her throat, and she finally couldn't hold it in.

"Ugh—" A suppressed retching sound broke the silence in the carriage.

Zhan Qingning suddenly turned to the side and violently vomited into the copper basin beside her. She was already on an empty stomach, so she only vomited some bile. The violent movement made her thin shoulders tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat from her forehead slid down her cheeks, wetting the stray hairs at her temples.

"Sister!" Zhan Miao, who was sitting next to her, panicked instantly, and her originally calm expression was replaced by anxiety.

She quickly reached out and gently stroked her back, her movements as soft as if afraid of breaking a fragile treasure. With her other hand, she swiftly picked up a cup of warm honey water from the side, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "Sister Qingning, after you vomit, drink some water and rinse your mouth."

Zhan Qingning gagged for a while before gradually calming down. She took a small sip of water from the glass, then slowly leaned back on the cushion, breathing weakly. "Meow, I'm fine..." Her voice was barely audible, with a strong nasal tone.

Zhan Miao frowned deeply, reached out to feel her forehead, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that she did not have a fever, but the worry in his eyes did not diminish at all.

She gently pulled her into her arms, letting her lean against her shoulder, and used her soft hand to protect her lower abdomen, trying to shield her from the discomfort caused by the bumpy ride: "Should I tell Mother to slow down the journey? I'm afraid your body won't be able to take it!"

Zhan Qingning shook her head, forcing a smile: "No need, just bear with it a little longer. We're not far from Shengchao, let's not delay our journey."

She knew that her father and mother had been eagerly awaiting their return from Liguo, and she didn't want to delay their journey because of her.

Zhan Miao had no choice but to take even better care of her.

She took out some dried plums that she had prepared in advance from her bag, picked out the sweetest and sourest one, and held it to her lips: "Here, eat some of this, it will help suppress the feeling of nausea."

Zhan Qingning opened her mouth and ate it. The sweet and sour taste of the plum filled her mouth, which indeed slightly suppressed the burning sensation in her throat. She nodded and said softly, "Delicious, give me another piece."

Seeing that she was willing to eat, Zhan Miao smiled with relief. He picked up another piece and fed it to her, gently comforting her as he did so: "Hang in there a little longer. Once we cross the ferry, we'll switch to water transport. You won't feel so bad once we're on the boat."

Zhan Qingning nodded obediently, leaned on her shoulder, closed her eyes, and rested quietly.

The carriage was quiet, with only the slow sound of the wheels rolling.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage reached a rugged mountain road and began to jolt violently again. Zhan Qingning frowned, the discomfort in her stomach returning. She gripped Zhan Miao's clothes tightly, her face instantly turning pale.

Zhan Miao's expression changed drastically, and she immediately shouted, "Stop! Stop right now!"