Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

"When is the right time to set out?" General Huang asked.

They knew far less about the desert than Mu Liankang, so since he was leading the way, he should decide the timing.

"September or October, the sandstorms will be relatively milder, and their army will be making its last stand at the Northern Border around then. We can take down Ancient Meili before their army withdraws. The chieftain, to avenge Wuna Li, harasses them every year when their army is exhausted and retreating, so he is very familiar with their movements," Mu Liankang said.

Mu Lianxiao pondered, calculating there were still two or three months left, enough time for Shanyu Pass to prepare.

Du Yunluo moved a chair and sat in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

The sunset was like a blaze of fire clouds, never tiring no matter how much one looked at it.

Hong Jinbao’s family came over and asked her, "Madam, when do we have dinner today?"

"Let’s wait a bit," Du Yunluo said with a smile, "Shuying hasn’t come to deliver any messages, perhaps the Princely Heir will return tonight."

Hearing this, Hong Jinbao’s family also smiled.

It was not until the sky darkened that Mu Lianxiao returned home.

Du Yunluo saw only him and asked, "Where’s Elder Brother?"

Mu Lianxiao wiped his face, "Big Brother left the pass in the afternoon, saying he’s going to find Sister-in-law. Whether she agrees to return inside the pass with him or not, Big Brother should inform Sister-in-law about the family’s affairs, so she doesn’t worry."

Jin Rui set the table.

During the meal, Du Yunluo didn’t bring up any unpleasant matters, the couple ate together, and then they cuddled Brother Yan and fed him a bit of mashed egg yolk.

Brother Yan could already sit by himself, waving his chubby little legs cheerfully.

After sitting for a while and getting tired, he drooled on the bed, grinning at everyone, then flipped over and lay back down.

Mu Lianxiao played with his son for a while and gave him to Lady Peng to take to sleep before taking Du Yunluo’s hand and walking to the big desk.

Du Yunluo understood and personally ground the ink.

The fragrance of the ink was refreshing, clearing her mind considerably.

She looked up at Mu Lianxiao.

Mu Lianxiao pursed his lips and said, "There’s nothing impossible about what Yu Zhi said to me today."

Du Yunluo’s heart trembled slightly.

Only those who have experienced it can truly understand the meaning of these words; Du Yunluo had lived again, and Ye Yuzhi had seen through everything over the years.

"I’m worried that Grandmother won’t be able to handle it," Mu Lianxiao sighed.

Du Yunluo didn’t reply.

Mu Lianxiao now accepted only that Mu Yuanmou was behind Mu Liankang’s disappearance, possibly even scheming against him in the background; however, he didn’t yet know that the entire second branch was also involved, including his second brother and fourth brother, as well as his only sister.

Their schemes went beyond just Mu Liankang and Mu Lianxiao. The deaths of the Old Marquis and Mu Yuance were also hidden from view.

Du Yunluo knew it couldn’t be rushed. Mu Lianxiao being suspicious of Mu Yuanmou and able to guard against him was enough. Those sordid past events, being too sensational, weren’t something she should reveal at this moment.

After all, as long as Mu Lianxiao had suspicions, the truth of those past events would eventually surface.

Unfolding the letter paper, Mu Lianxiao dipped his brush in the ink and began writing a family letter.

Du Yunluo watched beside him, observing him write about the downfall of the Changping Marquis Mansion, the battles at Shanyu Pass, the reappearance of Mu Liankang, and also Mu Liankang’s amnesia.

Du Yunluo felt this was appropriate.

Mu Yuanmou was a cautious man with deep calculative skills. If Mu Liankang remembered everything, the schemes of the second branch would already be exposed, and they might act desperately. But with Mu Liankang’s amnesia, Mu Yuanmou would weigh his options carefully, apprehensive about risking too much.

The more cautious a person is, the more they hesitate, fearing that one wrong move could lead to a total loss.

Perhaps Mu Yuanmou would confront Mu Tang, but he wouldn’t resort to silencing.

If Mu Liankang reappeared and Mu Tang in Qinglian Temple died, everyone would know the complexity of Mu Liankang’s disappearance back then.

Mu Tang, being a servant with no enmity against Mu Liankang, would only get involved if instigated by someone else.

Even if Madam Wu, due to maternal instincts, didn’t suspect Mu Yuanmou, she’d still be concerned about those past events.

And as for Mrs. Xu, not being related by blood to Mu Yuanmou, she might complain about the second branch, potentially making a big fuss.

Mu Yuanmou wouldn’t want to see the situation where the affairs at the front were unresolved, and a huge fire erupted from behind.

Mu Lianxiao sealed the letter and wrote another one to Mrs. Zhou, mentioning his suspicions.

"Let Ming Liu deliver these to the Capital tomorrow; this one must be handed personally to my mother," Mu Lianxiao said.

Du Yunluo nodded, saying, "If Sister-in-law follows Elder Brother back, then when do we head back to the Capital?"

"Elder Brother will guide us, probably setting out in September or October. After conquering Ancient Meili, we’ll return to the Capital this winter," Mu Lianxiao said.

Du Yunluo was taken aback.

She had initially thought she wouldn’t return to the Capital for several years.

Yet, if the surprise attack on Ancient Meili succeeded, striking a blow to the Dazi from beneath, stabilizing the border, the Holy Emperor wouldn’t leave Mu Lianxiao stationed at Shanyu Pass indefinitely, and she naturally would follow her husband back to the Capital.

To face the entire second branch directly.

Du Yunluo looked deeply at Mu Lianxiao. As long as Mu Lianxiao and Mrs. Zhou remained vigilant, with Mu Liankang bringing the family back to the Capital, the second branch would have a much harder time than she had previously anticipated.

The next morning, Ming Liu rushed to deliver these family letters back to the Capital.

Mu Lianxiao went to Shanyu Pass. He would be busy for a few days and unable to return every night.

Du Yunluo smiled as she saw him off, thinking Xuancheng was more convenient than the Capital, and this small town was closer to Mu Lianxiao than Xuancheng. She was already very content, so why would she have any complaints?

The moon in the night sky grew fuller day by day as the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, and the mansion prepared for the sacrificial rites.

On the fourteenth day of the seventh month, Mu Liankang returned to Guanzhong with his wife and children.

Mu Lianxiao looked at the green-eyed woman in front of him, dazed for a long time, before calling out, "Sister-in-law."

Mu Liankang’s daughter was about four years old, her eyes followed her mother’s, a pale green, while the son, less than two, took after their father in appearance.

Mu Lianxiao smiled as he gave the meeting gifts, saying, "The first son and daughter of the next generation are to be these two."

"The eldest daughter?" Mu Liankang was slightly surprised, then nodded, "Right, you said the second brother had a daughter. I haven’t seen her yet, only remember your son."

Mu Lianxiao had Shuying prepare the carriage.

By the time they returned to the town, the sky was filled with a magnificent sunset.

Du Yunluo saw them approaching and found it difficult to process for a moment.

After arriving at Lindong, especially this town, she had met several women of mixed barbaric descent, but none, like her eldest sister-in-law, had such bright blue eyes.

Her attire was still that of the barbarians, but apart from her eyes, her appearance was not too different from women inside the pass.

If she dressed in Han clothing and styled herself accordingly, you wouldn’t notice any significant difference if you overlooked her eyes.

Du Yunluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the more she resembled a Han, the easier her life in the Capital would be.

"Sister-in-law," Du Yunluo called out to her with a smile.

The woman smiled, her eyes forming crescents, and she spoke fluently, "My name is Zhuang Ke. My father is a Han; he gave me this name."