Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

"Thank you for your concern, Grand Tutor. Please tell Mu Zhi for me that I will not leave the palace and ask her not to worry too much." Xuan Ming suddenly said to the Grand Tutor's back.

The Grand Tutor stopped, but did not turn around. Instead, he raised his hand slightly and waved it to indicate that he had heard Xuan Ming's words.

Then he continued to walk forward, the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xuan Ming looked at the direction where the tutor left, with a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He knew that the Master cared about him and was worried about him, but at this moment he could not give any more promises or guarantees.

He could only silently hope that Mu Zhi would understand his decision and believe that he would protect himself.

With the departure of the Grand Tutor, the palace returned to peace. Xuan Ming stood alone, his thoughts drifting away.

After a while.

"Why don't you come in? What are you standing there for?" Xuan Ming said expressionlessly.

He was already sitting at the table. He reached out and picked up a book that Mo Beichen had given him before and continued reading it.

This book looks a bit old, with the corners of the pages slightly curled up, obviously showing signs of being frequently read.

The shadow lowered his head and walked in quickly, then immediately knelt on the ground and admitted his mistake in a low voice: "I know I was wrong, please punish me, Your Highness."

Xuan Ming sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his tone: "Get up, how can I blame you for this? Do I have to blame you for stopping me from dying? Forget it, you are just doing your duty."

Shadow stood up, nodded respectfully and said, "Thank you for your grace, Your Highness."

Xuan Ming waved his hand, signaling him to leave, and said, "Okay, go and follow the instructions of the Grand Master."

The shadow nodded again, indicating that he understood, and then made a gesture to the darkness. Then, two auras quietly left.

As the two auras disappeared, the room fell into a brief silence.

Xuan Ming looked at the book in his hand silently, his eyes revealing a deep thought and worry.

After a while, Xuan Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at the rain outside the window with a determined look. He took a deep breath and then said slowly, "Also, check the specific situation in the disaster area. I want to know everything." His voice was low and powerful, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

When Yingzi heard Xuanming's order, he immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, I will do it right away."

Sumeru Continent.

On the highest tower of the Xumi Palace, there were two little ones standing.

One was wearing a small red cloak, the other was wearing a pure white cloak. The two little ones kept gazing into the distance, with uncontrollable loss in their eyes.

Mo Zhiyuan looked at the white snow in the distance and tugged at her brother's sleeve pitifully, "Brother, can father and mother really not come back to celebrate the New Year with us?" Her voice was choked with sobs and her eyes were full of disappointment.

Mo Zhiyuan lowered his head and whispered, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Why haven't Dad and Mom come back yet? I miss them so much."

Her voice became lower and lower, and finally she almost talked to herself.

Little Dumpling's eyes turned red, like a little rabbit, and a layer of mist appeared in her big, watery eyes. She sniffed, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but she couldn't help sobbing.

"Sister, Father and Mother must have been delayed due to something. Maybe they are preparing a New Year gift for you?" The brother comforted, patting Mo Zhiyuan's shoulder gently.

"I don't want any gifts, I just want my father and mother to come back." Mo Zhiyuan suddenly burst into tears, her tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground. She tightly grasped her brother's hand, as if only this could make her feel at ease.

Mo Junye looked at his sister with heartache. He knew that his sister always missed her parents.

Although he also hopes that his parents can come back as soon as possible, he understands that some things are beyond his control.

"Okay, stop crying. When father and mother come back, they will feel bad when they see you crying so sadly." Mo Junye said gently. He gently wiped the tears from his sister's face, trying to calm her down.

Mo Zhiyuan raised her head and looked at her brother, her eyes still full of sadness. But she knew her brother was right, and she didn't want to worry her parents. So she slowly stopped crying, just staring into the distance silently, praying in her heart that her parents would return soon.

Mo Junye felt very distressed when he saw his sister crying. He gently patted Mo Zhiyuan's shoulder and comforted her, "Yuan'er, don't cry. Dad and Mom will definitely come back. Even if they are not here, you still have your brother to accompany you."

Mo Zhiyuan raised her head and looked at her brother with tears in her eyes: "But, I still miss my father and mother so much..."

At this time, a white dove flew over and landed on Mo Junye's shoulder. Mo Junye took the letter off the dove's leg, opened it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Yuan'er, this is a letter from Uncle Xiao from Luoxia Land!" Mo Junye handed the letter to Mo Zhiyuan.

Mo Zhiyuan quickly wiped away her tears, took the letter and read it carefully.

Well, she couldn't recognize all the words on it.

Thinking of this, the little guy held the letter pitifully, raised his head slightly, and looked at his brother with grievance.

Mo Junye couldn't stand seeing her pitiful expression the most, so he immediately read the contents of the letter to her.

The content of the letter roughly said that Xiao Jue's trip was delayed because he had to deal with some miscellaneous matters in Luoxia, but he would rush back to the capital as soon as possible before New Year's Eve.

“Wow, did Uncle Xiao prepare any gifts?”

"Yes, Uncle Xiao said that he had been looking for this gift for a long time, and we will definitely like it."

We also prepared a special New Year gift for them.

Mo Zhiyuan burst into laughter, with a joyful smile on her face: "That's great! I often hear my uncle mention Uncle Xiao, but I never have the chance to meet him. But it's a pity that my father and mother can't come back this time."

Although their parents were not around, receiving Xiao Jue's letter made the brother and sister feel noticeably better.

Mo Junye smiled and comforted, "According to the description in the letter, you will probably be able to see Uncle Xiao tomorrow. Haven't you always wanted to learn the most powerful martial arts from Uncle Xiao? This time you finally have the chance." Hearing this, Mo Zhiyuan said excitedly, "Yes, I want to learn martial arts from Uncle Xiao! Brother, let's go back quickly. Sister Yuntao said that standing too high will easily catch a cold." After that, she held her brother's hand tightly and walked towards the stairs impatiently.

Seeing his sister's anxious look, Mo Junye couldn't help but chuckle and teased, "Silly girl, it's lonely at the top."

He let Mo Zhiyuan lead him forward.

My sister is devoted to martial arts and follows my grandfather around like a little tail all day long, but she has no interest in studying. She has only learned the first six sentences of the Three Character Classic after reciting it for so long.