Chapter 409: Hesitation

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That evening, the whole family gathered together, and Heng Yi brought the

boys from the Han family back.

AU of them were tall and sturdy now, their eyes were clear and bright. They’ve become upright and shrewd at the same time.

in the barracks, they have relied on their own hard work and made their way to become squad leaders of their own teams. When they saw Han Qiao, they called her sister and aunt respectively.

They also brought gifts.

Some brought small toys for Ah-Yao and He Cheng.

Han Qiao looked at them and smiled. Despite their young age, everybody had become sensible young men.

Madam Jun also praised Han Qiao, “They’ve changed a lot since the last I saw

them,”

“Yes, everything they have now is because of their own hard work. You all can be proud and straighten your back.” Han Qiao smiled.

They all exchanged a few more greetings with one another before they finally

sat down for dinner.

Two tables were set up. Ah-Yao was a cheeky little boy. He sat at his brothers’ and sisters’ tables and wanted to eat the “grown-up’s food”.

He had been staring at the stir-fried deer meat the moment it was served on the table. Han Dacheng would obligingly feed him a mouthful. The little boy burst into tears when he realized how spicy it was. He held back his urge to spit the food out. He couldn’t bite it and was only able to swallow it after grinding it

for a while.

Then he stopped being greedy and obediently ate his braised meat soup with

rice.

Han Qiao couldn’t help but giggle when she saw this.

After the meal, Han Dacheng and the others would return to the barracks.

Han Qiao prepared a lot of food for them and asked them to bring it back to eat with their comrades in the camp.

The camp was divided into factions and ranks. People like Han Dacheng and the others were treated the same as any other squad leaders. As long as they had the ability, Heng Yi would give them more opportunities and rely on them more.

No one dared to covet their credit.

When Han Dacheng and the others returned to the barracks, their comrades in the same camp immediately approached them, “Where did this come from?”

“My aunt gave this to me.”

“The Marchioness, you mean,”

Han Dacheng nodded.

For a moment, many people were envious.

Who didn’t want to have a good aunt and a powerful uncle?

“Everyone try it. The meat and other dishes are still warm.”

“Thank you, Captain!”

The squad leader’s camp became lively for some time.

Back in the Heng Manor.

After dinner, Ah-Yao followed He Cheng to Sun Ke’s room to play. If nothing unexpected happened, he would stay there all night and would sleep with his brother and sister.

Han Qiao was also happy to have some leisure time. She preferred to play with the children and deepened their bond with them.

When she was taking a bath, Heng Yi came in.

Han Qiao wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn’t reject Heng Yi. By the time she came out of the bathroom, she was already exhausted.

Heng Yi dried her hair and comforted her with a copper stove.

Who would’ve thought that a man who used to be so clumsy was now proficient in doing these trivial things?

“Are you really not going to bring Ah-Yao back?” Han Qiao asked in a daze.

“Let him have his sleepover. The maids are guarding him. The stove is burning too. You don’t need to worry about him kicking his quilt.” Heng Yi said as he brushed through Han Qiao’s now-dried hair.

His hands then wandered down to caress her waist again.

“I haven’t applied any ointment on my hands yet.

As soon as the words were spoken, Heng Yi got up to get the ointment, and carefully and gently applied it to Han Qiao’s hands.

By the time he was done, Han Qiao had already fallen asleep comfortably.

Heng Yi smiled, and couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her cheek.

He covered her with a quilt.

He rubbed the remaining ointment on his hands.

“Marquis,”

There were slight footsteps at the door. Heng Yi put on his cotton jacket and went to open the door, “What’s the matter?

“Second Master asked you to meet him. He said that the Old Master is back.” Heng Yi’s eyebrow lit up with joy. He hurriedly closed the door and went to Bai Cha’s courtyard.

The old man was eating the deer meat soup complete with the side dishes, and drinking wine. When he saw Heng Yi approaching, he stared at him for a while with a glass of wine in his hand.

Only then did he lower his head to drink and continue to eat.

Heng Yi didn’t rush him either.

This old man was highly skilled in martial arts but had a strange temper. He spoke and acted according to his own heart, and no one could change his mind.

Heng Yi was not in a hurry and sat down on one of the chairs.

The old man drank some wine and looked at Heng Yi again.

He looked as if he had something to say, but hesitated several times.

“If you have something to say, say it.” Heng Yi said.

He then filled up another cup of wine for the old man.

“If I told you, I want you to leave everything behind and go somewhere for a year, just one year, I will teach you all the martial arts that I know… Are you willing to do so?”

This was a very serious question.

Heng Yi was now rich and powerful. After leaving for a year, Sanzhou Town would remain as Sanzhou Town, but the military camp would no longer be his place to call the shots.

Emperor Zhao Qian had spent so much to nurture him.

The old man’s martial arts skills made Heng Yi envious.

Bai Cha became nervous and hurriedly called out, “Brother.

He was afraid that Heng Yi would agree.

“Let me think about it,” Heng Yi said calmly.

The old man smiled.

He waved his hand to Heng Yi, signaling that he could go back.

Heng Yi stood up.

“Rest early.”

He watched Heng Yi’s back and thought of his Senior Brother.

He was righteous, had a beautiful wife, and lovely children.

That time, his sister-in-law had brought the three children back to her parents’ home. His Senior Brother had wanted to go with her, but he had been held back by something. When the old man met his senior brother’s family again, his eldest son, eldest daughter, and sister-in-law were all cold corpses. The whereabouts of his youngest son were unknown, and he did not know if he was dead or alive.

His Senior Brother spent a lot of effort to find the villain who killed his family. After massacring all his enemies with his own hands, he laughed like a madman, vomited blood, and fainted. When he woke up again, he became crazy with grief.

He was bent on bringing his wife and children home.

Since then, he had disappeared from the martial world and was nowhere to be found.

The first time the old man saw Heng Yi, he felt that he looked familiar. So he observed.

He was as strong as an ox and looked very much like his senior brother. He was also tall and muscular, and even their faces were so similar. Heng Yi’s appearance reminded him so much of his senior brother, and what caught his attention even more was the mark on the sole of his foot.

He was afraid that he had made a mistake. His memory might have played tricks on him. So he returned to the sect without a single break and asked his other seniors to confirm if their Senior Brother also had a mole at the bottom of his foot.

His heart was beating against his ribcage as he rushed back in the same fashion. He wanted to confirm if this young man truly was the Senior Brother’s son…

The old man took out a jade pendant from his pocket. His eyes were glassy as he looked at it.

Bai Cha went after Heng Yi.

“Brother…”

Bai Cha walked closer to Heng Yi, “Brother, don’t agree.

Heng Yi smiled and patted Bai Cha’s shoulder.

“I know what to do,”

Bai Cha was afraid that Heng Yi would be stupid.

But he couldn’t decide for Heng Yi.

No matter how close they were, he still remembered his identity.

“Brother, you must think twice before you make a decision.”

Heng Yi nodded, “You should rest earlier. You have been working hard these days.”

“It wasn’t hard.”

A little hard work was nothing.

Moreover, he was willing to do them. How could he consider it as hard work? Now his life was something that people could only dream of. No matter how much they longed for it, they still wouldn’t be able to get it.

Heng Yi returned to the main courtyard and entered the bedroom.

Han Qiao slept soundly on the bed, and her face was illuminated by the faint oil lamp in the corner.

The room was very warm, and instead of getting into bed, he found a place to sit down and thought about the offer.

Han Qiao heard the sound and scooted back, waiting for Heng Yi to join her. But after waiting for a long time, she woke up in a daze, “Heng Yi?

“Yes,”

Heng Yi immediately approached her.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“There are some things I don’t understand and can’t make up my mind.” Han Qiao was sleepy at first, but after hearing Heng Yi’s words, she quickly woke her up, “Let’s talk.”

With Heng Yi’s personality, he wouldn’t be so conflicted if it wasn’t something important.

As husband and wife, some things should be discussed and talked over..