May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Watching Pei Zeyu's angry retreating figure, Chunhua looked bewildered: "What happened?"

Pei Xi blinked and subconsciously looked at Wen Yuanshu.

Wen Yuanshu said nonchalantly, "Who cares? It's not like we made him angry."

It's not their fault.

Chunhua thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

So she said, "Madam, the gifts to take back have all been packed, and I have asked them to wait outside the door."

Wen Yuanshu nodded: "Then let's go."

So the group went out and boarded a spacious and stable carriage, heading towards the General of the Cavalry's residence.

Although both families were located in the capital, one was in the south of the city and the other in the north, so it used to take about an incense stick's time to travel between them.

Having not seen her family for a long time, Wen Yuanshu was eager to return home, but riding horses was not allowed in the capital. So Wen Yuanshu had to lift the curtain and look outside to distract herself.

A group of soldiers escorting prisoners attracted everyone's attention.

A quick glance at the prisoners surrounded in the middle revealed more than thirty people, including men, women, and children. They were all shackled, and although their clothes were torn and dirty, the quality of the fabric was still evident, indicating that they were not ordinary people before becoming prisoners.

The mobilization of soldiers must be related to the affairs of the court.

In her previous life, she was still entangled in the affairs of the Marquis's mansion and had no idea what had happened.

However, Wen Yuanshu wasn't very interested either.

Finally, the carriage came to a steady stop in front of the General of the Cavalry's mansion.

The General of the Cavalry's mansion was at its zenith, and the residence was extremely grand. Two imposing stone lions guarded the gate. Although there were no soldiers guarding the gate like other important officials' residences, it still exuded a solemn and dignified atmosphere, making people dare not act rashly here.

The carriage stopped, and as soon as Wen Yuanshu appeared, a line of soldiers jogged out from inside.

The leader stepped forward and respectfully bowed to Wen Yuanshu, saying, "Miss."

Wen Yuanshu hummed in agreement and pointed to the carriage behind her: "Go over there and lend a hand to unload the things."

As soon as she finished speaking, the soldiers behind her moved.

Wen Yuanshu got off the carriage with Chunhua's help and walked towards the mansion, asking, "Are Father and Mother here? And where are my brothers and sisters-in-law?"

The leader followed her inside, saying, "Everyone's home."

Wen Yuanshu raised an eyebrow.

It seems she came back at a pretty good time today.

She kept walking and went through the hanging flower gate into the backyard.

Home is home. Even though she has lived through a lifetime and hasn't been here for a long time, she feels no sense of unfamiliarity with this place. She can find her way with her eyes closed.

The residence of the General of the Cavalry is very different from that of a Marquis.

The Marquis's mansion was adorned with flowers everywhere, clearly a place where people lived in luxury. In comparison, the scenery inside the General's mansion was much less impressive. It seemed that such a large mansion would not be complete without some greenery, so they had to simply decorate it casually.

Wen Yuanshu entered the main courtyard and, just as she approached the hall, heard a voice inside: "Is the one being escorted into the city today the Prefect of Qianzhou?"

"Yes, it is said that the Prefect of Qianzhou is corrupt and oppressive, and the people have long been dissatisfied. It's just that the news hasn't reached us yet because it's so far from the capital."

"Those embroidered-robed messengers are actually quite useful."

"However, the Embroidered-Robe Envoys have only been established for a year, yet they are already able to deal with prefects on their own. Such power..."

The hall fell silent as everyone looked at each other with varying expressions.

Just then, Wen Yuanshu entered.

Upon seeing her, everyone was taken aback at first, then immediately erupted in an uproar: "Shu'er?!"

"Why did you come back so suddenly, girl? You didn't even tell anyone beforehand!" An older woman said as she got up and walked towards her, pulling her into the hall.

“Mother…” Wen Yuanshu was still somewhat dazed.

The genuine warmth from my palm seeped into my limbs and bones, warming me all the way to my heart.

Wen Yuanshu was still in a daze even after being forced to sit down.

Wen Tianming blinked, his face filled with horror: "It's over, my little sister's gone mad!"

He had barely finished speaking when someone punched him on the head: "You're the stupid one!"

Wen Tianming covered his head, grimacing as he watched his wife attack him, but dared not speak out in anger.

Looking at her vibrant and warm family members, Wen Yuanshu finally came to her senses.

Old Madam Wen spoke, her tone tinged with worry: "Shu'er, has something happened at the Marquis's residence? I heard that the Marquis's residence took a concubine yesterday, it was that concubine..."

Wen Yuanshu interrupted her, "No, Mother, I'm fine."

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, the others exchanged glances and didn't press her for details.

After all, she was a girl from their own family, and they all knew that Wen Yuanshu wasn't the type to shoulder everything alone. If something really happened, she would definitely tell them.

Since she didn't say anything, it probably wasn't anything serious.

It's just taking a concubine; it's not a big deal outside.

Everyone relaxed.

After drinking a cup of warm tea, Wen Yuanshu said, "Father, I have adopted two children, and now they are of school age. I would like to send them to the clan school."

After she finished speaking, the room fell completely silent.

Finally, it was Madam Wen's shrill voice that broke the silence of the room: "You said you've adopted two children, what do you mean?!"

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously turned to look at the child kneeling at the door.

Everyone turned to look at Pei Xi.

Even the women in the General of the Cavalry's mansion were veterans of battle, and now they were all exuding their full power, making Pei Xi's face turn pale.

“I chose this child myself, so don’t scare him,” Wen Yuanshu said. “We’re talking about serious business, the clan school.”

Everyone looked away, and Wen Heng's expression was complicated: "About the clan school... Shu'er, why don't you think about it again?"

If this were Wen Yuanshu's own child, they would have invited the child to the clan school long ago without Wen Yuanshu even having to ask. But although the child looks well-behaved, he is not Wen Yuanshu's child after all.

Since they weren't born to Wen Yuanshu, they were outsiders to them.

“Yuan Shu,” Old Madam Wen began, her tone laced with a chilling edge, “has the Marquis’s residence been treating you badly?”

As soon as Madam Wen finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall immediately became heavy.

Wen Yuanshu said helplessly, "Nothing of the sort, Mother, don't overthink it."

“What do you mean by ‘thinking nonsense,’ little sister? If the Marquis’s mansion really cared about you, why would they ask you to adopt a child?” Madam Wen said.

As women themselves, no one understands better than them that adopting a child means admitting their inability to continue the family line.

Wen Yuanshu pursed her lips: "I have my own plans."

As she spoke, she looked at Wen Heng again.

Meeting his daughter's gaze, the invincible General of the Cavalry could only sigh: "Fine, let them go then."

"Thank you father."

She had barely finished speaking when she was flicked on the forehead.

Wen Heng didn't use much force, but it still left a red mark on the smooth, fair skin.

Wen Heng glared at her: "You brat, there's no need for thanks among family. If you say anything more formal, I'll beat you up!"

"You old geezer, why did you hit me so hard!" Old Madam Wen raised her hand and slapped Wen Heng on the back of the head.

Wen Heng subconsciously pressed down on the handrail to avoid being knocked away.

His face remained expressionless; he dared not even show anger.