Falling into the mortal world

Just as Lan Dagen was starting to feel the pressure of the general's scrutiny, Lan Dashu entered.

"Are you Gen'er?" At this moment, Lan Dashu's voice came from behind Lan Dagen.

Lan Dagen shuddered when he heard the voice. He knew that voice all too well.

In countless midnight dreams, Lan Dagen heard his parents calling him "Gen'er," and his younger siblings calling him "Brother."

He thought he would never hear his father's voice again in his life. Just as Lan Dagen was standing there, stunned, thinking he was still in a dream.

The general spoke up. "Why didn't you even greet your father when he arrived?"

Lan Dagen then came to his senses. This was not a dream. Just as Lan Dagen turned around...

Lan Dagen was somewhat incredulous and pinched his thigh.

The pain was real. Lan Dagen finally realized that this wasn't a dream.

The moment Lan Dagen turned around, Lan Dashu was already certain that this was his son.

Upon their long-awaited reunion, the father and son embraced and wept bitterly.

Countless words, unspoken, turned into endless tears at this moment.

The general was also somewhat moved. Once in the army, how many could contact their families? Some served for decades, only to return home to find their wives and children gone. Some even had no one to care for their ailing mothers.

The father and son wept bitterly. General Can gave Lan Dagen a day off to spend quality time with the old man. The villagers who had accompanied the goods transport team were also able to see their children as scheduled.

Lan Dagen followed his father to the tent where his father was temporarily staying.

I learned from Mr. Lan that the woman who donated more than 80,000 taels of silver in one go was my younger sister.

Moreover, he was going to be an uncle, and Lan's father did not mention that Lan Qingqing was pregnant with multiple children.

Lan Dagen asked curiously: Where did you get so much money, little sister?

Mr. Lan explained: "It was given to me by the child's father."

"My younger sister got married," Lan Dagen asked.

Mr. Lan explained: "No, the child's father didn't know the child was his. He also said he wanted to marry Daya, but Daya refused. So he refused, and in the end, the boy gave her 100,000 taels of silver and severed ties with Daya. Coincidentally, your sister needed money around that time, so she agreed."

Lan Dagen asked, somewhat puzzled: Why doesn't my sister agree?

"Agree to what?! I disagree with everyone. Do you know where Da Ya conceived her child?" Mr. Lan asked angrily.

"Where?" Lan Dagen asked, puzzled.

It was a brothel; what good could a man who frequented brothels all day be? What truly angered Lan's father was that his daughter had to endure such a near-death ordeal. This was something he could never forgive.

If it weren't for this person, my daughter would be living such a good life. Unlike now, with multiple pregnancies, I'm constantly worried.

After listening to his father's words, Lan Dagen also felt that this person was not a good man.

Lan Dagen learned that his family, in order to ensure his safety, had spent a considerable sum to come to the border. Everyone assumed the Lan family was acting out of a sense of righteousness. Little did they know that the Lan family's ultimate goal was simply to protect their own son.

Just like my daughter said: You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. If it weren't for the grand entourage, I doubt we would have even been able to get through the city gate.

Lan Dagen also told Lan Dagen about his family situation, and told him not to worry about them. He just needed to take good care of himself here.

Father Lan took out everything he had brought for Lan Dashu. There were two brand-new padded jackets and shirts underneath. There were also two pairs of shoes for changing. The padded jackets were made of coarse linen, while the shirts were made of fine cotton.

That way, it won't seem so out of place in the military camp.

The basket was full of things. After clothes and shoes were taken, there was food. Lan Qingqing cut the sausages into sections so they could be grilled directly. Lan's father hadn't eaten any along the way and had saved them all for Lan Dagen.

Mr. Lan took everything out of the basket, opened a jar of food for Lan Dagen, and handed him a spoon. "This is homemade, have a taste." Mr. Lan waited expectantly for Lan Dagen to take a bite.

Under his father's expectant gaze, Lan Dagen took a bite. It was truly delicious; the best thing he had ever eaten in his entire life.

Lan's father handed the remaining jars to Lan Dagen.

This Qingfeng wine is also homemade; your sister said drinking too much isn't good, so she brought you only a little. This hawthorn wine is good; your sister put a little extra in it for you.

Lan Dagen looked at the pile of food and drinks in front of him, his eyes filled with emotion.

This is my beloved family member. No matter what, my family always remembers me.

Looking at his son's thin face, Mr. Lan's eyes were filled with heartache.

Father Lan took out a hundred-tael silver note from his pocket. "Take this money. Your mother asked me to give it to you. Make sure you don't skimp on it."

Our family business is also making money. We're no longer the kind of family that can't afford to eat.

Lan Dagen pushed the money to his father and said, "Father, my army camp doesn't need money."

Father Lan also said with a serious expression: Your eldest sister also said that it is better to have some money on hand than to travel poorly.

Under coercion from his father, Lan Dagen accepted the money.

Lan's father gave Lan Dagen the self-defense pills he had on him, and specifically instructed him: "Don't use these red pills lightly."

This red pill is fatal if inhaled. Never use it unless absolutely necessary.

This blue pill won't kill you; at most, it will make you fall into a deep sleep for a few hours.

You can simply throw it into the fire when you need it. The red pills can be used in the same way.

"Make sure to cover your mouth and nose when using it," Mr. Lan earnestly instructed.

Lan Dagen kept in mind all of his father's instructions.

Finally, Mr. Lan added a word of advice: "Your sister has changed her name to Lan Qingqing."

Lan Qingqing, Lan Dagen repeated, and said: What a nice name.

When I see my younger sister again, I'll ask her to give me a powerful and majestic name.

Mr. Lan then said, "Okay, I'll talk to your sister when we get back."

That night, Lan Dagen rested in his father's tent. The others in the tent were also immersed in the joy of reuniting with their families.

The next day, Lan Dagen went to the training ground early in the morning to train.

Lan Dashu also decided to go back today. Although he was a little reluctant, he still had to hurry back.

After finishing his training, Lan Dagen ran to see his father and the others off.

At the entrance of the military camp, Lan's father and his entourage tearfully bid farewell to their loved ones.

General Can, along with his officers, saw the martyrs off and promised to do his best to take care of the children.

On the way back, Mr. Lan felt a sense of relief. His son was alright. That was better than anything else. Now, with the general's care, he would surely be safe and sound.