After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 66: Marquis Ji Returns to Beijing
Outside the city of Yanjing, a military headquarters of three hundred people set up camp in the suburbs ten miles away.

The action was swift and silent, and the camp seemed to have grown up overnight.

These are the personal soldiers brought back by Marquis Ji, the Black Armor Army.

A group of dozens of cavalrymen came out of the camp, galloping with their horses' hooves flying, raising dust, and rode to the city gate.

One of them held high a large red and black flag with a big "Ji" written on it, which was so vigorous and powerful that it could be seen through the paper!
The leading general was wearing dark armor that glowed with a cold light, and the long sword behind him had been tested by the years and had fought with its master on the battlefield, and it seemed as if it had the power to split mountains.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, like a wolf waiting for an opportunity, as if he could take off the enemy's head unexpectedly in the next second.

Ji Zhenming removed the long sword from behind his back with one hand. After a flash of light and shadow, the long sword was stuck upside down on the ground, and the long handle was sunken three inches into the ground. The ground seemed unable to withstand the power of the long sword, and several cracks appeared on the handle.

The dark and rough hand holding the long sword loosened, and the long sword stood on the ground intact.

Dozens of cavalrymen behind him dismounted in unison, making the sound of armor clattering as they did so. They formed a massive mass, and there was an aura of murderous intent in the air.

"General Ji Zhenming has received the order and is returning to the capital to report on his duties!"

"The Black Armor Army has set up camp ten miles outside the city."

Zhong stood at the top of the city gate, her hands trembling slightly and a tear flowing from the corner of her eye.

This was the first time Rong Peilan met her father-in-law. At this moment, she had a concrete understanding of the heroic general in the storybook.

The tall and thin white-faced eunuch shook off the dust Buddha and folded his hands in front of his abdomen.

He stood on the city gate, looking down with a blank expression on his face.

"Your Majesty has traveled day and night, and you are exhausted. Your Majesty has set up a banquet in the palace to welcome you."

Ji Zhenming dismounted from his horse, clasped his hands together, and a broad and loud voice came from the bottom of the city.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

On the top of the city wall, Lord Tang, the current commander-in-chief of the city defense, had a full beard and slightly red eyes. He held the spear tightly in his right hand and shouted hoarsely.

"Open! The! City! Gate!—"

Zhong ran down the city gate with trembling hands holding up the hem of her skirt. When she went down the stairs, she misstepped and tripped.

Rong Peilan subconsciously reached out to pull her, but Ji Yunzhang held her hand and shook his head secretly.

The two of them remained silent and followed Zhong down the city gate.

The heavy city gate opened wide, and Ji Zhenming strode into the city gate with a long sword in his hand.

The Ji family stood at this side of the city gate.

Rong Peilan saw her father-in-law more clearly. His facial features were very similar to Ji Yunzhang, but he did not have that ruffian air. Although his skin was tanned, his temperament was more like that of a Confucian general.

Ji Zhenming walked slowly to Zhong, a smile on his lips, his deep voice trembling slightly.

"Yuefang, I'm back."

Two tears quietly slid down the corners of Zhong's eyes. She wanted to raise her hand to touch the face in front of her that she had dreamed of thousands of times.

But she could only nod her head in silence and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm glad you're back."

Ji Yunzhang took Rong Peilan two steps forward, knelt on the ground and bowed deeply, "The unfilial son Ji Yunzhang greets his father."

Rong Peilan, "Daughter-in-law Rong Peilan has met father."

Ji Zhenming looked at his son's straight back, feeling speechless for a moment.

He bent down and helped the two of them up, his voice choking slightly, "Good kids, get up."

Rong Peilan and Ji Yunzhang stood side by side. The man in front of them was different from the bloodthirsty general who was killing people everywhere in the rumors, but he inexplicably felt reassured.

Ji Zhenming looked at his beautiful daughter-in-law in front of him. Her appearance was 50% similar to the person in his memory.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Child, your father and I have a drinking relationship." Rong Peilan didn't expect that the father-in-law whom she met for the first time had a relationship with her father.

She smiled and said, "Father and you must be drinking and chatting happily."

Ji Zhenming nodded, and his memories seemed to be brought back to twenty years ago, with a hint of sadness on his face.

"We had a great conversation and planned to meet again next year after three rounds of drinks. However, we never expected that we would never see each other again after that day."

Eunuch Cao interrupted the conversation with a hoarse voice, "My Lord, please come to the palace. His Majesty is still waiting for our report."

Mrs. Zhong took a step back with her son and daughter-in-law, "Your Majesty, please go to the palace first. We will wait for you at home."

Ji Zhenming glanced at his father-in-law, then at his family, and took out a worn peace sachet from his arms, "Yuefang, this is what you sewed for me when I left ten years ago. It's a bit damaged now."

He solemnly stuffed it into Mrs. Zhong's hand and said, "Please make a new one for me, madam."

The stitches of the peace sachet are not very neat, but it is sewn very densely. The owner must have rubbed it in his hands often, and the sachet is already worn out.

Mrs. Zhong held the sachet tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "Okay."

A young eunuch pulled a large carriage and stopped beside Ji Zhenming.

Eunuch Cao raised his hand.

"My Lord, please."

When Ji Zhenming looked at Eunuch Cao again, he had regained his usual coldness.

"Excuse me, father-in-law."

He raised his hand and threw the long sword. After the sharp long sword spun in the air, the personal soldiers behind him reached out and held it steadily. "You guys go back to the mansion with my wife first. I will come back after seeing the emperor and have a drink with the brothers!"

Dozens of personal soldiers responded in unison, resounding through the sky, "Order!"

A token from the palace was hung on the wide carriage, which slowly drove onto the official road.

After the carriage drove away, Lord Tang clasped his fists and said to Mrs. Zhong, "Madam, I came from the Marquis's command. Tomorrow I will ..."

The fingertips of Mrs. Zhong holding the sachet turned slightly white. She looked at the tall Tang Xiao in front of her and raised her hand to interrupt him, "Tang Xiao, the public opinion in Beijing is not favorable now. It is unfavorable to implicate innocent people. You don't have to come to my house."

Tang Xiao's eyes were as big as copper bells. The burly man was a little anxious like a child, "Madam, I, Tang Xiao, am not..."

"Master Tang."

Ji Yunzhang interrupted him, "There is a long way to go, not now, if -"

He paused and said, "We still need Master Tang to mediate."

Tang Xiao joined Ji Hou's army when he was ten years old. He returned to Beijing due to injury fifteen years ago when he was only twenty years old.

After his injury healed, the country was at peace, Tang Xiao passed the military examination and was awarded the title of top scorer. Later, with the help of Ji Hou, he became a military officer.

He was grateful to the prince, and even though he was a naughty boy, he was willing to teach him everything he knew and support him.

Tang Xiao calmed down. He looked at the family in front of him and solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Madam, Tang Xiao is on standby at any time."

Zhong nodded in agreement, and Tang Xiao returned to the city gate with his spear.

The autumn wind suddenly blew away the yellow leaves from a tree by the roadside.

The back of the carriage could no longer be seen on the official road.

Zhong still held the sachet tightly in her hand, and her face looked somewhat solemn.

"Go back home first."

(End of this chapter)