Yin Hui, knowing that Wei Luo was about to leave soon, walked up to him and softly said, “You’ve become too thin. It’s cold outside. You should go and change.”
She then pushed Wei Luo to the next room. Wei Luo’s complexion changed slightly. With Yin Yong and his grandson watching, he wondered why there was pushing and shoving.
Entering the inner room through the second room, Wei Luo was about to scold her in a low voice, but the person behind him hugged him tightly, with her face pressed against his back.
Wei Luo looked at the tightly clasped hands around his waist, silently swallowing his words. He grabbed her hand, pulled her to the front, and lifted her chin. Wei Luo could see her red eyes, probably because she hadn’t slept all night.
“Were you scared last night?” He asked in a low voice.
Yin Hui nodded and stared at him intently. “I heard the commotion while eating dinner. Fortunately, the children didn’t understand. They ate and slept well.”
The most critical step had already been taken, so there was no need to hide it anymore. Wei Luo squeezed her earlobe and said, “Pingcheng is under the control, and there are still a hundred fifty thousand troops outside. Next, we will go on an expedition. You can live as you please, don’t worry.”
Wei Luo replied, “It will gradually increase; my father has a plan.”
Yin Hui asked, “Then, are you coming back tonight? The children…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Yin Hui interrupted with a hint of resentment. “I repeat this sentence every time you go out, and I will recite it by heart.”
Wei Luo seemed to smile, but the smile disappeared in a flash. Glancing outside, he said, “I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
Because he worked hard all night, Yin Hui hastily let go of him and walked out with him.
When she was about to step out of the inner room, Wei Luo suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Yin Hui could smell the blood on his body, but when she thought that Wei Luo would not come back a few times in the next three years, she didn’t care anymore. She put her hands on his neck and stood on tiptoe.
The kitchen delivered breakfast, and the maids were in a hurry because they were afraid that the master would be hungry.
Wei Luo let go of Yin Hui. Seeing her flushed face and watery eyes made him want to kiss her again.
“I’ll go out first; you, fix your clothes.” Wei Luo quickly turned around and opened the curtain in front of him.
Yin Hui was stunned for a while, then looked down. The clothes were the messiest. It was due to time constraints; otherwise, he would have done more.
After arranging her clothes and checking her hairpin, Yin Hui returned to the hall.
Wei Luo, Yin Yong, and Yin Lang sat at a table, eating silently. All of them were busy with things, and they ate very quickly.
Yin Hui sat on the fourth chair, between Wei Luo and her grandfather.
One was her closest and dearest grandfather, and the other was her husband for two lifetimes. By coincidence, these two people were actually by her side.
Past life and present life intertwined in her mind, and Yin Hui’s eyes got red as she looked at them.
Wei Luo looked at Yin Yong.
Yin Yong teased his granddaughter with a smile, “Are you reluctant to part with me or the Third Master?”
Yin Hui wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and said intentionally, “I don’t want to part with Ah Lang.”
Yin Lang choked.
Yin Hui gave him a fierce look and told Jinzhan, who was standing at the door, “Call Wu Lang and Qi Lang here.”
Jinzhan hurried away.
The three men ate faster, finished their meals earlier, and were able to say a few more words to the children.
Knowing that his father was back, Xiao Heng came running over. Xiao Xun ran a little slower and anxiously asked his brother to wait for him.
“Dad!” Xiao Heng rushed in and threw himself into Wei Luo’s arms.
Others were afraid of Wei Luo’s coldness, while Xiao Heng only remembered the time when his father played with him.
“Dad!” Xiao Xun also rushed over.
Wei Luo picked up one in each hand.
Yin Yong watched from the side with a smile.
Time was limited. Wei Luo asked his sons to listen to their mother, and he was about to leave. Chang Feng had been waiting for a long time with his armor in his hands.
Xiao Heng looked at Chang Feng and asked, “Is Dad going to fight?”
Wei Luo: “Yes.”
Xiao Heng: “Who will you hit?”
Yin Hui carried her son into her arms. “I will tell you later why Dad and the others are leaving.” After that, Yin Hui took one hand in each hand, and the three sent the three men out of Chengxin Hall together.
The morning light illuminated the faces of the three of them—the serious one, the smiling ones—they were all her family members.