Divorced woman with child travels through time

Zhao Yirong had been crying for a while, venting a lot of her emotions. When Yu Long saw Zhao Roufu, his initial heartache turned into anxiety, and he couldn't help but tug at her.

Zhao Yirong sobbed as she released him, revealing the gentle and lively face of the young man.

Zhao Roufu walked along, staring intently, her breath almost stopping. She murmured to herself, fixated on the features so similar to her grandfather's.

“Yes, it’s my Rui’er.” She ran quickly toward him.

"Grandmother!" Mu Tou ran to her, and the grandmother and grandson held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

A rare look of kindness appeared on Zhao Roufu's charming face. Her slightly trembling hand gently stroked the wooden face of the pet, and she was almost afraid to breathe, unable to believe that this was real.

"Is it really you, Rui'er?"

"It's me, it's my grandmother, it really is me!" Mu Tou, also known as Zhao Rui, with tears streaming down his face, proved to her with a mixture of joy and surprise that although he had been missing for eight years, his appearance had not changed much.

As the first grandson of the princess's family, born under the spotlight, Zhao Roufu naturally doted on her immensely. Like Zhao Yirong, she requested to take the surname Zhao, so no one dared to object.

"Mother, let's go inside and talk." Zhao Yirong saw that her mother was getting agitated and helped her inside.

"Hey, let's go inside and talk." Zhao Roufu held his hand tightly, as if afraid he would run away, and led him inside.

"Oh, right, Ruyi, go and tell your sister-in-law to come over." Zhao Yirong felt a pang of sadness when she thought of her sister-in-law, who had fallen ill from longing and whose hair had turned white overnight and who was now mentally unstable.

Mu Tou froze. He knew about the Cao Guogong Mansion and that his mother and father lived there, but he didn't want to see his cowardly father. He could see his mother, but he didn't want to see his father and that family of outsiders again.

Now that he has made some progress in martial arts, and General Wang is heading north, he is thinking about whether he can take the opportunity to earn some fame and let those people see that he is no longer the weak and easily bullied child he once was.

Zhao Yirong looked at the wooden figure who had stopped in his tracks and said with heartache, "You don't want to see them? It's fine if you don't want to see others, but your mother, although she is a bit weak, truly loves you."

Before he could answer, Zhao Roufu interrupted, saying bluntly, "Don't worry about it. If you don't want to see her, then don't. As a mother, she can't even protect her own child. Who can she blame?"

Wood didn't say anything, but after a moment of silence, he said, "She's weak-willed. I'll go see her myself."

Zhao Yirong was surprised, then nodded, "You've grown up, you can make your own decisions."

The three of them helped each other as they walked into the mansion.

Wang Feng and his friends watched from a distance. Wang Shan couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Brother, is that a girl? And the boy she's with, is he some kind of blockhead?"

"Stop looking, that's her." Wang Feng said in a low voice, "She probably didn't see us. Let's not reveal their secrets too easily."

"kindness."

Several people followed the servants into the princess's residence.

Everyone settled down in the hall.

Mu Tou sat next to Zhao Roufu, listening to her rambling about his childhood. He turned to look at Wang Feng and the others who had accompanied Yu Long in, his eyes flickering, but he remained expressionless.

Everyone waited quietly, letting Zhao Roufu finally get her fill of looking at the wood.

Zhao Yirong then pulled Yu Long to stand in front of her.

"Mother, Rui'er, this is Yu Lang, the current third-ranked scholar, who will be my husband in a few days." Zhao Yirong proudly puffed out her chest as she introduced him.

Yu Long looked at him with doting eyes, then looked warmly at Zhao Roufu and Mu Tou, and bowed with a slight smile, "Greetings, Princess, Rui'er."

"Get up quickly, no need for formalities." Zhao Roufu looked at his extraordinary appearance and nodded in satisfaction. As the saying goes, appearance reflects the heart. This third-ranked scholar has a clean and cheerful temperament and no family background. She also inquired about his parents and found that they had a very good relationship. They had been married for nearly twenty years without any discord. They had an excellent reputation in Quanzhou.

Zhao Roufu glanced at the wood a few times and then turned to the wood, saying, "My son must be hungry. I'll have someone set out the meal, and we can eat and chat at the same time."

"it is good."

Zhao Roufu felt extremely indebted, so he set up a large round table and soon filled it with dozens of dishes, all served in exquisite and delicious small bowls.

"This big round table can even rotate, which is very convenient. I discovered it while dining with a friend at a restaurant, and I was thinking that one day I could be surrounded by my children and grandchildren, sitting around a table together in a lively atmosphere. But after the person who brought it back found out that I live alone in my own home, so how could I possibly need it! Haha!"

Zhao Roufu was beaming with excitement as she chatted with the younger generation, her upturned lips barely concealed. She was completely unpretentious; after all, it was a double celebration today, and no one could be as carefree as her.

"Mother has sneaked out to play again. You can't do that next time!" Zhao Yirong pretended to be angry.

"Okay, okay, I know," Zhao Roufu said, patting the wood with one hand. "My dear grandson, tell your grandmother about your experiences outside. You must have suffered a lot."

"It's alright, things were pretty bad before, but I met a benefactor later." Mu Tou glanced at Wang Feng out of the corner of his eye, but didn't mention Wang Erniu's story.

While eating, Mu Tou was pulled along by her and asked her questions in a low voice, telling her about his experiences and introducing the girl next to him.

The girl kept eating in the kitchen, and no one paid any attention to her. Before long, there were nearly five or six bowls piled up in front of her.

"This is your sister who's been with you? Thank you for taking such good care of you. What's your name?" Zhao Roufu was pleased with everyone she met. Heaven was so kind to her, suddenly giving her a sensible and intelligent grandson. Compared to her previous dull and mute grandson, she was incredibly fortunate.

"Ah, me?" The maid looked up from the dining table. "My name is Ya Tou, Princess, you can just call me that."

"How can this be! Doesn't he have a proper name?" Zhao Roufu frowned; after all, he was her grandson's savior.

“She has a name. Her surname is Chen, and her given name is Chen Yulian,” Mu Tou answered eagerly.

The girl paused slightly, then nodded heavily and looked at the princess, saying, "Yes, my name is Chen Yulian."

Upon hearing this name, Wang Feng, who was standing to the side, raised an unusual expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

The eldest princess was approachable, as was the county princess. They were chatting happily when suddenly someone came to report from the door.

"Your Highness, Young Master Cao has arrived!"

Wood instinctively paused, a surge of negative emotions welling up inside him.

The princess on the other end of his hand noticed and patted the back of his hand reassuringly.

"Let him in." After all, he was her own son, and the princess couldn't bear to see him too heartbroken.

"Mother! Rui'er is really back?" Cao Jun rushed in like a whirlwind. His eyes were fixed on the boy sitting next to her.

Zhao Roufu nodded.

"So you are Rui'er?" Cao Jun was so excited that he wanted to go over, but when he saw Mu Tou's indifferent expression, he stopped and stood still, his face turning red.