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Song Zhili and Xia Momo heard what the two children said, and they also got up and walked to the window, looking down.

They saw a young man, full of vigor, sitting on his horse and waving to the people along the way.

When Song Zhili saw the face that looked very much like Song Ziyuan's, she was stunned for a moment. He was a little younger than Song Ziyuan and also a little darker-skinned.

“It’s Ziming, it’s Ziming.”

Song Zhili murmured, her tone unusually excited. For the past few years, she and Song Ziming had been exchanging letters.

They hadn't seen each other for five years. If he hadn't looked somewhat like Song Ziyuan, Song Zhili wouldn't have recognized him.

"Be safe and sound, come on, let's go pick up your second uncle."

Ping An had never seen Song Ziming before, but upon hearing that the general downstairs was Song Ziming, they ran to Song Zhili's side, took her hand, and walked downstairs together.

Xia Momo also left with Ranran. She didn't bring her younger child out today, and He Miaomiao didn't bring her child either.

After leaving the teahouse, they didn't greet Song Ziming on the street, as it was already blocked and they couldn't squeeze through. Song Zhili and the others then took a side path back to their residence.

As soon as they arrived, Song Zhili saw that Song Ziming had also arrived. He was still wearing his military uniform. He jumped off his horse, calmly let go of Song Zhili's hand, and ran towards Song Ziming.

"Uncle."

Upon hearing the two little ones' voices, Song Ziming looked over at the two children, reached out, and picked them up, one in each arm.

He recognized the two little ones at a glance; Song Zhili had sent him photos of several children before.

Compared to the two children, Ranran was a little shy. She walked to Song Ziming's side and whispered, "Uncle."

"Hey, you're Ranran, right? Uncle will give you a hug."

Song Ziming put the two children down, then picked up Ranran and put some candy into her hand.

Then he took out two wooden swords and gave them to Pingping and An'an. The two children were overjoyed when they saw them.

"Sister, I'm back."

When Song Ziming saw Song Zhili walking over, he smiled and greeted her.

Song Zhili looked up at Song Ziming and nodded, "It's good that you're back. Father and Mother are inside. Let's go in."

Song Zhili watched as Song Ziming had to raise his head. Song Ziming was probably already 1.8 meters tall. In five years, he had changed so much.

When Hu Cuicui and the others learned that Song Ziming had returned, the house instantly became lively. Just as Song Ziming entered the house, Song Zhili saw a man behind him. She recognized him; it was Wu Sheng.

"Oh my, I was so excited just now. Sister, this is my deputy general Wu Sheng. He came back with me for the New Year this year."

There's no war on the border right now, so he can come back for the Spring Festival this year. There are only a few months left until the Spring Festival.

"Okay, let's go in."

Wu Sheng greeted Song Zhili, "Miss Song."

"Hey, sister, you two know each other?"

Song Ziming was unaware that they knew each other.

"Yes, I know them. Okay, your parents are inside. You should go in now. I'll tell you about this later."

Song Zhili urged Song Ziming to go in quickly, and then stepped aside to let Wu Sheng in as well.

Meanwhile, a great commotion was also taking place in the capital. This year's top scholar was the youngest one, and that person was Song Bao.

The Emperor valued him highly. After Song Bao became the top scholar in the imperial examination, he asked the Emperor for a decree to visit his family, Song Zhili and the others.

The princess prepared everything for him and then escorted him to the city gate, giving him instructions along the way. Song Bao agreed to everything. Just as he was about to get into the carriage, someone tugged at the hem of his clothes at his feet.

Looking down, I saw a dirty beggar.

"Guards, pull that beggar away! How are you protecting the young master? How could you let such a vile person get close?"

When the princess saw the beggar, she pulled Song Bao away with disdain.

Song Bao's gaze remained fixed on the beggar. After recognizing his face, Song Bao spoke to the princess, then walked over, squatted down, and asked the beggar, "Why are you pulling me? Do you want money? Is ten taels enough?"

After Song Bao finished speaking, he took out ten taels from his pocket and threw them into the beggar's bowl. The beggar didn't even look at the silver; his eyes were fixed on Song Bao, and he mouthed, "You are my son, you are my son."

"Heh, wishful thinking. I am Song Dashan's son. Who are you? I don't know you."

Song Bao glanced at Gu Changqing, then got into the carriage and left without looking back.

Gu Changqing was left watching Song Bao's carriage depart, tears streaming down his face.

"Get out of here, you stinking beggar."

A guard saw him blocking the road and kicked him aside.

Song Bao was unaware of all this, and even if he had, he wouldn't have said anything. He brought all of this upon himself.

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Song Zhili and the others were unaware that Song Bao was already on his way back. They were currently preparing for the New Year, which was just a few days away.

Song Zhili had originally planned to spend the Chinese New Year in the modern world this year, but considering that Song Ziming rarely came back, she gave up on the idea.

Song Zhili and Song Ziming were shopping for New Year's goods on the street when a carriage slowly approached and passed by them.

When Song Zhili and Song Ziming returned home together, they saw the carriage parked at the gate of the mansion. They exchanged a puzzled look, and Song Ziming asked, "Whose carriage is this?"

Song Zhili shook her head. "Let's go in and take a look."

The two walked into the courtyard together and saw Hu Cuicui and Song Dashan talking to a boy who was about the same height as Song Ziming. She was looking at his back and didn't know who it was. Song Ziming asked first.

"Father, Mother, who has come?"

Hearing the voice, Song Bao turned around. He and Song Ziming looked at each other for a moment, then smiled and hugged. "Ziming, it's been a long time."

After saying that, he released Song Ziming and called out to Song Zhili apologetically, "Sister."

Seeing that it was Song Bao, Song Zhili was quite happy. This year's Spring Festival was going to be lively, as everyone had returned.

"Song Bao, you're back too, that's great."

Song Zhili smiled and replied, "Father and Mother, I've finished buying the New Year's goods, so I'll leave them here for now. I'll head back now."

Song Zhili came to help buy New Year's goods, and now that she's finished, she's going back.

He Chengjing is still waiting at the mansion.

"Okay, you go back first."

Hu Cuicui responded and pulled Song Ziming and Song Bao into the house to talk.

Five days later, on New Year's Eve.

On New Year's Eve, Song Zhili invited Hu Cuicui and He Miaomiao over. Their residence was quite large, and they could fit all of them at several tables.

Today, everyone sat at the table, and each person raised their glass in a toast.

This is the most people have ever been together.

In the evening, after everyone had dinner, they sat together in the courtyard to stay up all night to welcome the New Year. The children played in the courtyard, some playing with firecrackers and others playing in the mud.

He Chengjing and the others were still at the table, drinking and chatting.

Hu Cuicui and Mu Liuxin were playing mahjong and cards.

Song Zhili, Xia Momo, and He Miaomiao sat together. They went outside and set off some fireworks. Looking up at the dazzling fireworks, the three of them exchanged a knowing glance and said in unison.

Happy New Year! May all our wishes come true year after year.

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This concludes the story of this book. There may be some typos (I will correct them when I see them). Thank you to the readers who helped me correct the typos. Thank you to all the readers who have read this far. Thank you for your continued support. I wish you all the best. ( ′???` ).