"It's nothing."
"From now on, I will keep an eye out for news of Zhao Feng and inform you as soon as I hear anything," Wu Lizheng said with a smile.
Mrs. Zhao and her daughter naturally thanked him repeatedly.
Once Wu Lizheng had left, Zhao Ying turned to her mother.
"Mother, you can rest assured now," Zhao Ying said with a smile. "Brother is in the Logistics Army; he's very safe."
"As long as he can return safely, nothing else matters," Mrs. Zhao replied, smiling as well.
The news from Wu Lizheng truly allowed them to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Mother, go back to your room and rest," Zhao Ying said to her mother. "Leave the herbs to me."
"Alright." Mrs. Zhao nodded, saying nothing more.
Now she had something to look forward to. In a year, her son would be home.
...
「Xianyang!」
A mansion stood close to the royal palace.
Dressed in a long, black and red skirt, Wang Yan slowly descended from her carriage.
At the mansion's entrance, a middle-aged woman walked over briskly.
