The carriages and horses were resting in Luolan City.
Dong Huiying was feeling down. She had originally thought that this trip would be a family outing, a chance for everyone to play together, but her two sons were heartlessly left behind by the old lady, which was quite hurtful.
"Wife, look at me more, look at Junjun more, don't zone out."
In a sweet, coquettish tone, Shujun fluttered over to Dong Huiying like a butterfly.
Dong Huiying continued to sulk, "I suddenly feel like going back now."
She felt like an incompetent mother, always away from her children, afraid that one day they might forget her.
Shujun was briefly stunned, when a White Pigeon flapped its wings and flew over.
Big Brother Zhichen took the message tied to the pigeon's leg and handed it to Yixuan. After reading it, Yixuan was momentarily stunned.
The pigeon cooed, and Fourth Brother Haoming was also slightly taken aback.
Their unusual expressions aroused Dong Huiying's suspicion.
"What's going on?"
