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

"Don't give me that."

Lu Mingzhao glared at him fiercely, but still grabbed his collar.

Zhou Ningchuan lifted his robe and slowly climbed the steps, kneeling gently, before finally standing up with his wife's help.

Zhao Xianglan quickly winked at the maids behind her, "My lord."

He reached out and took the hot towel from the maid, but his eyes remained fixed on Lu Mingzhao, refusing to look away for even a moment.

When Lu Mingzhao turned around and saw his dazed look, she was both annoyed and amused. She snatched the hot towel and wiped his hands.

"You use this method to control me."

After being married for many years, no one understands Lu Mingzhao better than Zhou Ningchuan.

Lu Mingzhao is easily swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force; the more he shows weakness, the faster Lu Mingzhao softens.

Zhou Ningchuan's hands were a little stiff from the cold, and he let his wife handle them.

After wiping his hands, he gently rested his head on his wife's shoulder.

Unlike the passionate and intense encounter he had with his wife last time, this time he seemed afraid of hurting her, whom he had just regained, and he was very careful in everything he did.

Lu Mingzhao reached out to brush the snowflakes off his shoulder and asked softly, "Are you feeling any better? Where are you hurt?"

Zhou Ningchuan gently took his wife's hand and placed it on the wound on his waist. "It's much better. It will be fine after taking the medicine."

Lu Mingzhao quickly lifted his clothes to check his injuries, only to find that the area around the arrow wound was festering and blackish-red.

Lu Mingzhao gasped, her heart pounding in her chest.

Zhou Ningchuan quickly laughed and said, "I rode a horse into the palace, which tore my wound open a bit, but it doesn't hurt at all."

How could it not hurt?

Lu Mingzhao's eyes reddened; she wanted to touch him but dared not.

It seems that when she went to Hesongyuan to see Zhou Ningchuan that day, the wound had already become severely aggravated.

At that time, she was still menstruating and thought the bloody smell was from her own body, thus missing the opportunity to discover the truth.

If she had known earlier, would Zhou Ningchuan's injuries have been less severe?

"Zhaozhao, don't be sad, really."

Zhou Ningchuan couldn't bear to see his wife sad and worried about him. Whenever he saw his wife like this, he felt his heart ached more than a wound.

Over the years, he had fought in many battles, and he had been injured, but every time he wrote home, he would only say that he was invincible and that no one could hurt him, just so that his wife would not worry.

The arrow wound was actually not this serious.

He thought his wife would never come back and that he was about to die, so he stopped taking his medication on time, which made his wounds worse.

Looking back now, he regrets it immensely.

So many years have passed, yet he has become worse and worse, utterly unworthy of being a husband.

For Zhou Ningchuan, no matter how great his reputation was, it was never as important as making Zhaozhao happy and at ease.

Seeing his wife's furrowed brows and red eyes, Zhou Ningchuan felt helpless and wished he could find something to cheer her up immediately.

He glanced out the window and suddenly stood up.

"Zhaozhao, don't you like building snowmen? Let's go outside and build one!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Mingzhao pulled him back to his seat and glared at him fiercely.

"Can you just shut up? You're a grown man, how can you say such things?"

"Why don't you just go roll around in the snow?"

Zhou Ningchuan was most afraid of his wife not speaking, but now that Lu Mingzhao was scolding him, he was happy and grinned foolishly.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Mingzhao couldn't help but mutter, "He doesn't look like a great general at all. The court is really sure they can entrust the Northwest to you."

However, despite his words, Lu Mingzhao knew that Zhou Ningchuan was trying to cheer her up.

She sighed softly, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at her husband: "Are you hungry?"

"Here are a few pastries. You can eat these first. I'll go make you some food."

Lu Mingzhao was about to get up when Zhou Ningchuan grabbed her sleeve. Looking down, Lu Mingzhao saw Zhou Ningchuan's pitiful, pleading expression: "Zhaozhao, I'm not hungry. Will you stay with me for a while?"

Lu Mingzhao smiled helplessly: "Can't you just stay still for a while? You're not feeling well right now, you should eat more. Besides, what are you afraid of? I'm not going to disappear again."

But after saying that, she fell silent.

Fourteen years ago, no one knew that she would be possessed by that time-traveling woman, but it just happened so suddenly.

Just like the unease her eldest son showed when she first returned two months ago.

Zhou Ningchuan, standing before him, shared the same fear, afraid that she would disappear inexplicably like she had fourteen years ago.

Just as Lu Mingzhao was about to speak, Zhao Xianglan's voice rang out from the doorway: "Madam, I just sent someone to prepare some breakfast. Would you like it served?"

The two were taken aback, looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile at each other.

They then realized that they were no longer in the village.

Now that there are plenty of people in the mansion to serve them, they don't need to prepare breakfast themselves.

However, when the two of them were together, they always subconsciously felt like they were in the past fourteen years.

Having obtained permission, Zhao Xianglan sent someone to prepare the meal.

She and several maids were supposed to serve the two men their meal, but after glancing at their affectionate and inseparable appearance, she waved to the maids behind her, telling them to leave.

While eating, Zhou Ningchuan held a spoon in his hand, shoveling porridge into his mouth one spoonful at a time, but his eyes were still fixed on Lu Mingzhao.

Lu Mingzhao acted fairly naturally, but every time her gaze fell on Zhou Ningchuan's face, she would involuntarily meet his eyes.

After several attempts, she finally put down her chopsticks in frustration: "Can't we eat first?"

Upon hearing his wife's words, Zhou Ningchuan couldn't help but chuckle foolishly: "It won't delay anything. With Zhaozhao watching, I can eat even more."

Lu Mingzhao glanced at him amusedly and teased, "Now's not the time for you to be in such a hurry to divorce your wife, is it?"

"I will never divorce my wife, never." Zhou Ningchuan's eyes crinkled with a smile. "I have already informed the Emperor that you were the one who found the antidote for me. I will also find a way to break that damned divination by the Imperial Observatory. From now on, I will not allow anyone in the capital to talk about us anymore."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingzhao rolled his eyes and said, "I do know the wife of the deputy director of the Imperial Observatory. Perhaps we can get her to help us."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ningchuan's smile deepened, even carrying a hint of admiration: "Zhaozhao, you're amazing. You've only been back for such a short time, and you've already made so many connections."

"I heard from Li'er that you've started learning to read and write, and to read account books. You didn't have to learn these things, but you've endured them for the sake of the Marquis's mansion and the children. If this continues, I'm really afraid I won't be good enough for you."

Lu Mingzhao blushed and spat.

I never expected that after more than ten years, my taciturn and shy husband would become so eloquent, showering me with sweet words from the moment we met until now.

It is said that time has passed, things have changed, and people are no longer the same.

People change, but she never expected her husband to change in this direction.

"You better watch out. If you dare say something like that in front of a bunch of kids, I won't let you off the hook."

"Okay, I'll do whatever Zhaozhao says." Zhou Ningchuan said, and tried to lean on Lu Mingzhao's shoulder, but was pushed away by the latter.

Lu Mingzhao straightened his expression and asked, "Seriously, what's the background of this Chu Yuan'er? Why didn't you come to see me when she said I hadn't returned?"

"And why did you stay by her side every day on the way back when she fell ill, neglecting even your daughter's marriage? What if the woman occupying my body hadn't left, and you hadn't returned in time, and An'an had really married that纨绔 (spoiled brat) from the Duke of Huguo's family?"