Be Careful General's Wife!

There were a lot of people in the city, so Qi Yan and the others dismounted.

"This Jiangzhou is really prosperous."

"Yes, not to lose to the capital city." The guards who came to Jiangzhou for the first time talked about the bustling Jiangzhou city.

"Children, what kind of festival are you celebrating here? Why are there red lanterns hanging everywhere?" Qi Yan looked at a child and asked.

The child stared at him twice and felt that he was not a bad person, so he said: "There is no festival, our red lantern is for the county magistrate."

"County head?" Qi Yan naturally knew who the county head was.

"Yeah." The child nodded and said, "Our county head is a very good person. When the county head gets married, we will hang red lanterns for her."

Qi Yan looked at Song Ziling with words in his eyes, "Your mother is really loved by the people of Jiangzhou."

When the emperor and empress got married, none of the people in the imperial city hung red lanterns in their households. His mother was married to a county head, or a second marriage, and the people in Jiangzhou even hung red lanterns for her.

Song Ziling lifted his chin with a rather smug expression.

Walking to an inn, Song Ziling let the guards live in and asked them to wait at the inn. When the time came, he would bring the eldest lady back to the imperial city with them.

Song Heng gave the guards the address at first, but he didn't tell them about Shen Wan, and told them to pick up the eldest lady when they arrived and go straight away.

As long as Shen Wan does not see these personal guards, no one will know that she is the owner of this Shen residence.

So now that Song Ziling was going to live in the Shen residence, he naturally had to be separated from these personal guards.

The guards did not ask any further questions, and lived in the inn separately from Song Ziling.

Song Ziling and Qi Yan went to Shen's house.

When they reached the door of Shen's house, Song Ziling knocked on the door happily.

"I don't know if An An hasn't grown taller, and if she recognizes my brother..."

"Crackling." Xiaoyi opened the door, saw the person standing outside the door, first blinked in surprise, and invited the two of them in without notifying them.

"Eldest Young Master is here, Young Master Qi is here." Xiao Yi shouted loudly while leading the two of them to the mansion.

After hearing this, the servant girls in the mansion yelled all the way to the main courtyard. The eldest young master and Mr. Qi are both here, and the madam must be happy.

Shen Wan was still in the room when she heard, "The Eldest Young Master is here, Young Master Qi is here." Hastily put down the needle and thread in her hand, picked up the boy who was playing with building blocks on the Luohan bed, and ran out.

Song Ziyu was stunned for a while, then got off the arhat bed and chased him out.

Before running to the front yard, Shen Wan met Qi Yan and Song Ziling. Qi Yan was still the same as before, wearing a blue gown, exuding a cool and refined air.

And Song Ziling grew taller, even taller than Shen Wan, and his facial features were even more handsome.

"Mother, An An..." Song Ziling had a big smile on his face, and ran towards his mother and younger brother with open arms, hugging them both.

Kid An squinted, staring at the person next to his face for a long time before his eyes lit up and shouted: "Brother, brother..."

"Well, it's brother." Before Song Ziling let go of his mother and brother, he kissed him on the cheek.

Shen Wan looked at Song Ziling's handsome face and said, "Mother thought you couldn't come."

Song Ziling let go of her, took the kid in her arms and hugged him: "Mother is getting married, no matter what, I, the son, will come."

The kid put his arms around his brother's neck and rested his head on his brother's neck, so happy.

The elder brother came again, and An An saw his elder brother again.

The three of them are full of warmth, Qi Yan stands aside like an outsider, and no one pays attention to him. "Ahem..." He coughed hard twice, enhancing his sense of existence.