The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

Lu Mingzhao didn't even have time to speak to him.

As soon as she caught her breath, Zhou Ningchuan kissed her again.

After several attempts, as Zhou Ningchuan's hand slowly slid down her back to her waist and then continued to move downwards, Lu Mingzhao finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She slapped his hand hard across the back.

Looking up at Zhou Ningchuan's aggrieved eyes, Lu Mingzhao almost couldn't speak.

"Is it really not possible? Zhao Zhao, you've come all this way to see me."

Zhou Ningchuan, a tall general standing at 1.9 meters, looked at her pitifully with drooping eyebrows, making Lu Mingzhao's eyelids twitch.

But Lu Mingzhao still glared at him and sneered, "Hmph, anyway, you can find someone else if you lose me."

"I didn't." Zhou Ningchuan buried his head in her shoulder and rubbed against her.

"I have always remained chaste for Zhaozhao. You can check the goods if you don't believe me."

Lu Mingzhao narrowed her eyes with a hint of disbelief, then finally pouted and said, "I got my period."

"You...get your period?" Zhou Ningchuan's expression suddenly went blank for a moment, as if this was something that was very hard to understand.

Seeing his expression, Lu Mingzhao became displeased: "What's the big deal? I'm only thirty-seven years old, okay? I haven't even gone through menopause yet!"

However, she eventually composed herself, solemnly cupped Zhou Ningchuan's face, and moved a little further away.

"Honestly, you really haven't changed your mind?"

Zhou Ningchuan's infatuated gaze swept back and forth between her lips and eyes. Upon hearing this, he suddenly pulled a dagger from under his pillow and smiled at Lu Mingzhao.

"If Zhaozhao doesn't believe me, then I'll cut my heart out and give it to her, okay?"

As he spoke, he raised the dagger and stabbed it into his heart.

Lu Mingzhao had just recently called Prince Wei a madman for doing this, but she never expected that her own husband would also go mad!

They're acting like they're insane!

Fortunately, having learned from her previous experience, Lu Mingzhao quickly reacted and blocked Zhou Ningchuan's actions.

"Don't give me that crap!" Lu Mingzhao cursed. "Even if you want to die, you'd better explain it to me clearly!"

"Why won't you see me?"

Zhou Ningchuan blinked slowly, leaned against Lu Mingzhao's shoulder without any guard, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't want to see that woman use your body to do things you don't want to do, or use your face to make some distorted expressions."

"Zhaozhao, it's been fourteen years."

"I'm really going crazy."

"Do you know how many times I felt like I couldn't go on, I even thought about just dying, maybe then I could be reunited with you."

"But I dare not die. I'm afraid that if you see me, you'll point your finger at me, curse me, hate me, and blame me for leaving three children in this world."

"Li'er was your favorite child, Xu'er was your most beloved child, and An'an... she was the last treasure you left me before you disappeared... I dare not abandon them."

"Zhaozhao, I miss you so much, so much, so much."

"But you are so heartless. You never come to see me. I really thought you had given up on me."

"This is so nice... I wish time could stand still at this moment, so I could hold you like this forever..."

Zhou Ningchuan's longing and love poured out, making Lu Mingzhao feel a pang of sadness.

For her, it was just a drowsy sleep.

But for Zhou Ningchuan and his children, it truly was fourteen years.

Fourteen years of hopelessness and no return.

But Lu Mingzhao still had many things she wanted to ask him.

Why is Zhou Ningchuan still unwilling to meet her even after reading the note? Is it really because he doesn't recognize her?

Why did Zhou Ningchuan prefer to keep Chu Yuan'er by his side instead of bringing the child along?

Many questions weighed on Lu Mingzhao's mind, and she could only ask them one by one.

"I'm asking you, after reading the note, why don't you recognize me?"

"Is it genuine that they can't recognize him, or are they pretending?"

When his wife suddenly questioned him, Zhou Ningchuan looked even more bewildered.

"...What note?"

"It's the note I wrote!" Lu Mingzhao said, hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you didn't see it!"

Zhou Ningchuan was silent for a moment: "Zhaozhao, I really didn't see it."

Lu Mingzhao was about to ask more questions when he keenly caught the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door.

"...No, I can't let anyone find out I'm here, that would be too inappropriate."

In the past, she wouldn't have cared about these rules.

But now she is the wife of the Marquis of Zhongjing, and her three children and Zhou Ningchuan's reputation are all closely linked to her.

More importantly, she couldn't appear here unnoticed while dressed in black.

Otherwise, people would definitely suspect that she knows martial arts.

Lu Mingzhao pursed her lips, pressed Zhou Ningchuan's shoulders to make him lie down, and covered him with a blanket.

"Zhaozhao, are you leaving? Don't go, stay with me a little longer, okay..."

Zhou Ningchuan tried to get up, but Lu Mingzhao pressed him down, saying, "Be good."

"When someone comes in later, just tell them you need to take fever-reducing medicine and get better so I don't worry."

"Come see me tomorrow, and we'll talk face to face."

Zhou Ningchuan stared at her blankly, then stopped struggling.

The window opened and closed repeatedly, and the faint fragrance in Zhou Ningchuan's nose was quickly replaced by a strong medicinal smell, as if nothing had happened.

A knock came at the door.

"My lord, I heard some commotion over here just now. Are you alright?"

It was Chu Yuan'er's voice.

Zhou Ningchuan's mind was racing, and it took him a while to respond in a hoarse voice.

"fine."

Upon hearing the sound, Chu Yuan'er led her servants through the door.

She carried the medicine bowl, lifted the curtain and entered the inner room, saying softly, "It's time for the Marquis to take his medicine."

Zhou Ningchuan slowly sat up, and after a long while, he took the medicine bowl from Chu Yuan'er's hand.

Chu Yuan'er's eyes flickered slightly: "My lord, what's wrong? Is there anything still bothering you?"

Zhou Ningchuan didn't say anything, and drank the medicine in one gulp.

Just when Chu Yuan'er thought that today would be like usual, without receiving a response from the other party, Zhou Ningchuan suddenly spoke up: "I..."

"I think I dreamt about her."

Chu Yuan'er's hand trembled as she held the empty bowl, and she almost dropped it.

She asked tentatively, "My lord...did you dream of my sister?"

Zhou Ningchuan gave a low "hmm".

Chu Yuan'er's heart began to race.

Over the years, she has rarely heard Zhou Ningchuan confide in her.

Even if one were to dream of Lu Mingzhao, it would still be an extremely rare occurrence.

Perhaps... this is the first step in Zhou Ningchuan's softening of his attitude towards her.

"Perhaps it's because he returned to the Marquis's residence that the Marquis remembered things from the past," Chu Yuan'er said softly. "Besides, he has missed his sister for many years, so it's perfectly normal for him to dream about her once."

Zhou Ningchuan himself knew that over the years, he had dreamed of Zhaozhao very few times, and those dreams were always of Zhaozhao when she was young and living in the village.

This was the only time he saw Zhao Zhao at thirty-seven years old.

Zhao Zhao leaned against him like that, as if they had never been apart for the past fourteen years.

And what Zhaozhao said before she disappeared...

"I'm going to see her tomorrow morning."

Zhou Ningchuan made up his mind.

Chu Yuan'er was taken aback and quickly advised, "My lord, this is absolutely not allowed."