An Xuetang frowned slightly, that’s right. Logically, her son Ling should have been studying for over a month. If her family, A Jing, asked what Zi Ling had learned specifically, how would Zi Ling answer?
After a moment of silence, An Xuetang suddenly looked up at Mo Junyi, “Zilong, why don’t we do this? If your fifth uncle asks, you can say that these days I haven’t been feeling well. Because I miss your fifth uncle so much, I have no appetite and my energy is low. So you worried about me and put down your studies to come and accompany me every day. Naturally, you haven’t learned much. What do you think of this excuse?”
Mò Jūn Yì’s eyes glinted mischievously, “Mother, I’m afraid.”
“Huh?” An Xuetang blinked. “Are you afraid? Afraid of what?”
“Be afraid of my Uncle Wu, Mother. You know if my Uncle Wu finds out I lied and deceived him, he’ll surely skin me alive.”
“No…can’t it?”
“Yes.” Mo Junyi said with a serious look. “Mother, perhaps we should just be honest with my fifth uncle? Otherwise, I’m afraid he really won’t let us go. Honesty is the best policy, resistance is futile. Mother, you must have heard this before, right?”
“Oh, I think you’re being too nervous. It’s alright, your uncle might be very tired right now. He might just ask us some casual questions, we can just answer casually, and we’ll definitely get through it.”
Mo Junyi blinked innocently and said, “Mother, what if we can’t fool him? If Uncle Wu wants to punish us, what should we do then?”
“…”
Will her Ah Jing punish her?
“Mother, if things go wrong and Uncle Five blames us, you should take full responsibility. Tell him that everything was your doing and that I was forced by you.”
“What?!” An Xuetang was speechless, this… is this how it’s done?
What if Ah Jing at her place is truly angry and wants to punish her? Could she bear that punishment alone?
Just as An Xuetang pursed her lips, thinking about how to respond, she suddenly heard a familiar, magnetic voice that had been absent for a long time, “Tangtang, what’s the pressure?”
An Xuetang’s eyes instantly lit up, and she turned around in a flustered manner and looked up.
Following the sound, Mo Yunjing suddenly appeared at the door. It was nighttime, and the torches outside the tent illuminated her. She, Ah Jing, was in a black robe. Although she looked windswept and travel-worn, she showed no sign of tiredness.
He stood straight, and when he saw her, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He smiled warmly at her, his brown eyes filled with tenderness yet arrogance that made her heart beat wildly.
After she reacted, An Xue Tang suddenly rushed over and plunged into his arms, hugging him tightly, burying her head deep in his chest.
It’s been over a month, and although the two of them seemed close during this time, they still haven’t had time to meet.
Mo Yunjing hugged her back, gently stroking her head with a doting expression, the curve of his lips becoming even more pronounced.
He whispered in her ear, “Candy, I’m back.”
An Xuetang’s eyes instantly reddened. To say that she hadn’t missed him over the past month would be a lie.
Knowing that he was always at the forefront of battle, facing danger head-on, how could she not worry about him, not think of him?
Sometimes she also wanted to rush into their camp and see him, but she was afraid he would be distracted by her.
So she endured, and now he has finally returned. Seeing him safe and sound with her own eyes, her heart finally rests completely.
The two embraced for a while. Mo Junyi wanted to sneak away with these people, but before he had taken two steps, he heard Mo Yunjing’s cold voice ring out, “Stay.”
An Xuetang, Mo Junyi: “…”
Is this… it? Are we done for?