Cen Gaosong hadn't forgotten; rather, no one had brought it up for years, and he simply hadn't thought about the few children he had back in his hometown for a very long time.
"Why are we suddenly talking about them?" Cen Gaosong rubbed his nose. "With you taking care of them, Madam, I am naturally at ease."
"Sigh, you haven't gone back in previous years, My Lord, and the gifts prepared didn't include shares for the children. Fortunately, they are all filial. They personally write a letter to you every year."
After such a long time, Zhang Guihong deliberately brought this up today. "It's just a pity that they long for it day and night, yet they have never received a reply from you.
"I truly feel for the children, especially Ping'er. I watched him grow up. The boy is bright and clever. Despite his young age, he has already memorized the Four Books and Five Classics under his teacher's tutelage.
