System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

Dong Yu was a man who dared to delegate power.

It’s not that he trusts human nature too much, but that he believes in the character and morality of people in this era.

Except for a small number of people who lack morals, the people of this era are far superior to those after the Wei and Jin Dynasties in terms of character, morality and ideological level.

The reason is that the fart of Sima the old thief shattered the moral values ​​of the ancients.

Dong Yu was not aware of the situation in Jizhou.

At this time, after nearly a month of marching, he finally crossed most of the Han territory and returned to the place where his dream began.

They were able to travel at this speed because they did not need to carry too much food and supplies along the way.

They are all your own territory, so you can just replenish supplies wherever you pass by.

It is difficult when you go, but it is glorious when you return.

Prime Minister's Mansion

"Father!"

"Dad!"

"Did you miss me?"

"Have you lost weight recently?"

"Isn't the weight still 300 kilograms?"

Dong Yu hurried into the Prime Minister's Mansion and couldn't help shouting as soon as he entered the mansion.

He can make a name for himself outside, but when he returns to Chang'an, he prefers to be a free and easy playboy under the protection of his father.

This scene made many servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion burst into laughter.

Perhaps only this young man would dare to speak to the moody Prime Minister Dong in this way.

"You little brat!"

"As soon as I got back, before I even saw anyone, you're already exposing my shortcomings!"

Dong Zhuo's angry curses were heard from the hall.

"Oh, not bad, it looks like you've lost weight."

Dong Yu looked at Dong Zhuo, who had made some progress in losing weight, with a look of satisfaction.

Although he is still not as burly as he was before entering Luoyang, at least he is not as fat now.

Being too fat is not a good thing.

Not to mention the inconvenience in movement, the probability of suffering from various cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and diabetes is very high.

This disease is quite troublesome in later generations, but in ancient times, contracting it meant death.

"Humph, you're going crazy outside, how dare I slack off?"

Dong Zhuo snorted coldly and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I've made my father tired."

Dong Yu put away his smile and bowed respectfully to Dong Zhuo.

"You... that's enough."

Dong Zhuo was a little overwhelmed by his son's sudden understanding.

Perhaps in his eyes, his son has never grown up.

But when he realized it, he felt a little dazed.

"Ong... Ong"

At this moment, Liu Mu came over, holding a child, babbling something, and vaguely heard the sound of "wang wang".

"Oh, my dear grandson!"

Hearing the sound, Dong Zhuo seemed to have touched a switch, and a smile appeared on his fleshy and bearded face.

"Father, Ying'er is making a fuss and wants to see you."

Liu Mu said to Dong Zhuo with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Our grandson will naturally be close to his father-in-law."

"Right, good grandson?"

"Mu!"

Dong Zhuo took the child and started biting the delicate little face.

Children represent hope.

Of course, it also carries hope.

Therefore, Dong Zhuo loved this eldest grandson even more than those concubines.

Ever since he had a grandson, Old Dong moved all the concubines hiding in the backyard out for fear that he would be taught bad things.

The entire backyard was filled with various wooden toys.

"Thanks a lot."

Dong Yu looked at Liu Mu and whispered.

"My husband is not at home, so I take care of all the affairs of the mansion. This is my duty. How can I say it is hard work?"

"It's actually hard for my husband, who's been away fighting for several years."

Liu Mu became more gentle and whispered to Dong Yu while standing beside him.

As a daughter-in-law, since Dong Zhuo did not have a wife, Liu Mu also needed to take care of some of Dong Zhuo's internal affairs.

Just like if the emperor does not have a queen, he often needs the crown princess to take charge of the harem.

As for the concubine?

Although her status is much higher than that of a concubine, it is still inferior to that of the queen and the future queen.

"I will return home first. My husband, please be careful about everything."

Liu Mu bowed and then left the Prime Minister's Mansion.