"It's nothing."
"From now on, I'll keep an eye on Zhao Feng. As soon as there's news, I'll let you know," Wu Lizheng said with a smile.
Mrs. Zhao and her daughter naturally kept thanking him profusely.
After Wu Lizheng departed.
"Mother, now you can relax."
"Brother is in the Logistics Army. It's very safe," Zhao Ying said with a smile.
"As long as he can return safely, that's all I ask," Mrs. Zhao smiled as well.
The news from Wu Lizheng truly let them breathe a sigh of relief.
"Mother, go back to your room to rest."
"Leave the medicinal herbs to me," Zhao Ying said to her mother with a smile.
"Mm." Mrs. Zhao nodded and didn't say anything more.
Now she had something to hold on to. In a year's time, her son could come home.
...
Xianyang!
In a mansion situated very close to the Royal Palace—
Wang Yan, clad in a long black and red dress, slowly stepped down from Palmer's carriage.
And at the mansion gate—
A middle-aged woman quickly walked over.
