The atmosphere within the room became stagnant.
Xuan Shuyu showed anger on her face. Seeing her like that, Cui Yang, who was accustomed to decisiveness on the battlefield, timidly touched his nose, about to speak, but in the end, remained silent.
He glanced at Xuan Shuyu several times but received not a bit of response.
With no other choice, he turned his gaze to Cui Yun.
"I haven't returned for a long time. Come, join me in the yard and let's see if you've made any progress," he said.
But Cui Yun didn't give him the slightest face, clinging tenderly to his mother, Cui Xuan, to sit her down.
It was at this moment that Cui Bai came over from paying respects in the main courtyard. Apart from Qiao Si greeting Cui Yang, he seemed to also ignore his father just as much.
"Mama."
Cui Bai lifted his robe solemnly and knelt to the ground, knocking his head in a bow.
His voice hoarse, he said, "Your son has returned."
Indeed, returned alive.
