The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

That night, Ying Ji made a Kongming lantern and let its white feathers float in the air.

When the Kongming lantern rises to a certain height, it begins to sway precariously.

Throughout the entire process, no people, objects, or animals appeared.

Ying Ji couldn't help but wonder if the token Zhang Liang gave her was really useful.

Having found nothing from the observation, the guards on surveillance had to be withdrawn.

Unbeknownst to Ying Ji, a trace of her aura had already been left behind when the white feather floated in the air.

Deep in the forest

With a series of powerful swings, Wei Zhuang cleaved the wooden stake in front of him with the Shark Tooth Sword.

The customer service representative wore a tight-fitting, navy blue bodysuit with no extra fabric; it was made entirely of wool and looked exceptionally soft and comfortable.

His full head of white hair added an eerie touch to this domineering man.

But the man held his own sword, his eyes coldly fixed on the wooden stake in front of him.

With a snap, the wooden stake was split into four evenly sized pieces.

His movements and demeanor made it clear that he was a unique swordsman, but a glance at his surroundings suggested that he was a reclusive master.

If Ying Ji saw this scene, she would definitely laugh for a long time.

In his youth, he was stubborn and defiant in front of Honglian, and Honglian cured him of the poison without asking for anything in return.

But this very calm demeanor disturbed Wei Zhuang's already unsettled mind.

Unexpectedly, three months had passed, and King Han decreed that Honglian be married off to General Bao Yue.

Honglian has also been diagnosed with pregnancy.

But she didn't want to keep someone whose heart was wandering by her side, so she covered up the information and avoided talking about it.

Does Wei Zhuang really know nothing?

How could that be? But as the chief swordsman of Korea at the time, he couldn't change the King's mind.

Therefore, he gathered all the resources and, on the day of Honglian's wedding, walked towards the thousands of guards with swords drawn, amidst the gazes of everyone.

He stretched out his hand and asked, "Princess Honglian, Wei Zhuang has nothing of value. Would you mind?"

Honglian seemed to be dreaming; she saw her hero about to take her away.

At that moment, she forgot everything and only wanted to follow the man in front of her.

Wei Zhuang gently placed his jade-like hand in the man's palm, his eyes firm and earnest as he protected his beloved amidst the encirclement of the crowd.

Leaving South Korea step by step...

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~"

The infant was awakened from its sleep by the sound of chopping wood.

The baby's loud cries soon attracted a graceful woman in red.

Seeing the second child made her face turn red.

Honglian picked up the frightened Wei Yang and comforted him, humming a little tune to soothe him.

Wei Yang stopped crying when he saw his familiar mother.

Hearing the sound of chopping wood outside the door, Honglian couldn't help but yell, "Wei Zhuang, can't you keep your noise down when you're chopping wood? You've woken our son up! Are you deaf?!"

Wei Zhuang shuddered, deftly sheathed his sword, and darted to pick up a bottle of milk from the kitchen. He touched it with the back of his hand, found it wasn't hot, and then carefully entered the bedroom.

There was a hint of helplessness in her voice: "I warmed the milk."

Honglian had a headache. She looked at her husband, who had a blank expression, standing straight with a bowl of milk in his hand. His muscles were taut all over, but his eyes showed unexpected helplessness, a contradiction that left her speechless.

[Sigh, what kind of karma did I create? I already have two children, how come I still have this terrible attitude of not knowing how to raise children at all?]

Honglian really upset Wei Zhuang. He had been an orphan since childhood and wandered the streets. He only had a few good days after being taken in by Guiguzi. Guiguzi was his master, not a relative.

With his only senior brother also destined to be his enemy, he remained indifferent to emotions.

But this indifference changed when Wei Cun was born. I still remember when Hong Lian was giving birth, Wei Zhuang almost rushed in and killed the midwife.

Fortunately, I managed to suppress this impulse with extreme rationality.

Wei Cun, who was born after enduring three long hours of labor, was honestly quite ugly. He was tiny, wrinkled, and looked like a monkey.

But when Wei Zhuang held Wei Cun in his arms, a belief he had never felt before welled up in his heart: he would dedicate his life to protecting his lover and young son.

Therefore, Wei Zhuang, who was detached from worldly affairs, learned to warm milk, and because Hong Lian could not produce milk, he also learned to burp the baby, wash diapers, change diapers, and so on.

He was meticulous in everything he did, so meticulous that he washed several of the child's diapers until they were worn out...

He can be described as a full-time stay-at-home dad. In addition to taking care of his eldest son, he also tries his best to meet Honglian's requests, such as creating the quicksand and living in seclusion there.

Honglian looked at Weizhuang, who had grown up over the years, complaining on her lips but feeling happy and warm inside.

Looking at the helpless and frightened man, Honglian sighed and picked up a spoon to feed Wei Yang milk.

"After receiving Zhang Liang's message, send someone to check on things! Wei Cun is all grown up and should go to school. Now that Sister Ying has returned to Qin, we haven't gone to celebrate yet."

Wei Zhuang stood ramrod straight, holding the bowl of milk the whole time, and kept it warm with his internal energy to keep it cool, afraid that it would get too cold.

With a domineering voice, Wei Zhuang, who deliberately lowered his voice, frowned and asked, "I keep hearing you talk about this Sister Ying, but I have no recollection of ever seeing her. Is she reliable?"

Honglian had gotten used to it. Ever since Sister Ying disappeared, she had discovered many chilling things: pens, ink, paper, and inkstones were left unused; good seeds were everywhere but no one ate them; not to mention wool pants, cotton, and other such items. It was as if, with Sister Ying's power, the world had erased all traces of her existence.

Thinking back to the news of Ying Ji's death, the collapse caused Wei Cun to have a difficult childbirth. Afraid that she would also forget her, she carved words on her body every day, but these marks would disappear the next day.

She was completely unaware that her body was unconsciously etching words onto her arm every day, and she had become accustomed to it.

But on the very day of the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, she remembered everything.

Looking out the window, Honglian smiled slightly at Wei Zhuang, then fed Wei Yang and coaxed him to sleep.

Wei Zhuang understood. His wife's decision was irreversible, and all he could do was protect his beloved in this chaotic world.

Seeing that his wife was resting, and having looked around and found nothing he could do, he lowered the curtains and quietly closed the door.

Just as they reached the door, a muddy little black ball excitedly hugged Wei Zhuang's leg: "Daddy, look, the flowers I picked for Mommy."

The little mud figure's hands weren't very dirty; they had clearly been wiped with clothes. However, its once white and clean robes, which had been spotless before it left the house, were now... completely unrecognizable...

Little Black Mud held up a plum blossom, its big eyes sparkling like starlight as it showed off.

A hint of tenderness appeared on Wei Zhuang's cold face as he looked at Wei Cun, who was covered in mud, and said in a ruthless tone, "Your mother will beat your ass until it's bruised and battered."

Wei Cun shuddered at the thought of his mother's outburst and tightened his grip on her leg.

"Dad, you won't abandon me, will you?"

Wei Cun blinked his big, watery eyes. He had known since he was little that his father was susceptible to this. No matter how cold his father seemed, he would always help him if he acted cute.

As expected, Wei Zhuang grabbed his eldest son by the back of his collar with his right hand, as if he were lifting something.

He lifted the pendant from his leg in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Cun was dragged in front of his father, baring his splayed teeth and staring at him with teary eyes.

Go wash up.

Wei Zhuang's voice remained cold, but Wei Cun's eyes lit up. These words were a signal that his father would help him cover it up.

Climbing up Wei Zhuang's arm to his chest, a little boy sweetly hugged Wei Zhuang's neck and said affectionately, "Daddy, you're so good, I love you the most."

From an angle unseen by Wei Cun, Wei Zhuang's lips curled into a slight smile.

Ignoring the mud on his body, he carried Wei Cun to the bathroom, washed the little guy until he smelled nice, and skillfully changed his clothes.

Using internal force to dry the clothes completely, ensuring there wasn't a single trace, was the only way to keep the person in line and prevent them from running out to play.

Wei Cun pouted, "Daddy~ take me out, I want to go too, I want to go too."

But Wei Zhuang never wanted her family to be hurt, and coldly rejected her eldest son's attempts to win her over.

However, in order to maintain his position in his eldest son's heart, he still agreed to bring him a gift.

Wei Cun pouted, feeling a little reluctant to leave without her father's protection. She clung to the person and acted coquettishly for a long time before letting her go.