Meng Zhao saw Zhu'er's bashful expression and knew her skin was too thin; she was afraid the Meng Family people following behind would laugh at her. Yet how could she know that, as one of Meng Zhao's women, the others would only treat her as a mistress of the household? They would not have time enough to revere her—how would they dare laugh?
Even if they harbored such thoughts, they would not dare show them in a thousand, ten thousand lifetimes, unless they had grown tired of living.
Once Zhu'er retreated to Han Lu's side, Liang Muqiu finally stepped forward. Her features were delicate, her bearing cool and sharp, and she was full of imposing dignity. She looked Meng Zhao up and down, then suddenly broke into a smile and said,
"You're back!"
Four simple words, yet they brought Meng Zhao boundless warmth and peace of mind. It was like the first line so often spoken by a wife awaiting her husband's return in television dramas—plain and ordinary, yet filled with an unspoken understanding.
"Yes, I'm back. You've all had a hard time during this period."
Meng Zhao stepped forward, paying no heed to the gazes around them, and gently took Liang Muqiu's soft hand. He spoke with a face full of emotion. Liang Muqiu's pretty face reddened, but she did not pull her hand away, allowing Meng Zhao to hold it.
At that moment, Lü Yue looked as though he was about to stir into action. The excitement on his face and his soaring emotions were even stronger than those of the three women, making Meng Zhao laugh.
This boy was the person he had spent the longest time with since coming to this world, and also the one he trusted and felt closest to. Now, he was confident