After my rebirth, my whole family read my mind, and my father decided to usurp the throne.

Song Chengzhang counted all the gifts he brought back one by one.

Song Jinming listened for a long time and didn't hear himself, so he spoke weakly.

"Father, what about your son's?"

Song Chengzhang and Song Jinming stared at each other, then clapped their hands, "Oh! I forgot!"

Song Jinming: “….”

Fatherly love, gone?

Seeing his son's lost look, Song Chengzhang's eyes, which were already a little droopy but still bright, showed a cunning look.

"No way! Here, this is a gift for you.

Although you are almost a grandfather, you are still my son. You must have what others have."

Song Jinming's throat suddenly felt sore and his eyes were a little red.

Song Jiujiu, who was eating a candied haws, couldn't help but complain when she saw this.

[Daddy, is he going to cry again? Daddy hasn’t cried for a long time. I almost forgot that Daddy is a little crybaby.

If daddy cries, should I comfort him?

I don’t know if Dad will get angry out of shame. 】

The little guy's muttering was heard by Song Chengzhang, Song Jinming and Ye Peizhu who were present.

Song Jinming blushed and coughed.

Song Chengzhang even burst into laughter.

Song Jiujiu didn't understand, and asked in a puzzled voice, "Grandpa, why are you laughing? What's wrong?"

Song Chengzhang picked up his little granddaughter and shook her around curiously.

"Grandpa is happy, hahaha."

Song Jiujiu believed it and started grinning.

Song Chengzhang was in a good mood. After returning from a long journey, he did not plan to rest. Instead, he chatted with his son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter about the interesting things he had experienced during his travels.

After a chat, Song Chengzhang asked whether anything happened in the royal family and the capital after he left.

Song Jinming nodded, "Father, something did happen. The Xianchao Kingdom and the Yanchi Kingdom..."

Song Jinming told him everything that had happened recently.

"Father, this is roughly the situation.

It just so happens that you are back. Our original plan was to set off for the Xianchao Kingdom after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

By the way, besides this, there is one more thing, which is about Jiuer’s dream. "

Song Jinming looked at his daughter and said, "Jiu'er, tell your grandfather about your dream and see if those things really happened before."

Song Jiujiu nodded quickly.

"Grandpa, Jiuer told you that Jiuer dreamed of a fake..."

The little one repeated the contents of her dream clearly.

The more Song Jinming listened, the more his brows furrowed.

“It turns out he’s still alive…

But I didn't feel anything.

I said that the imperial palace and the capital city were clearly under my control back then, so how come those people suddenly rebelled?

It turned out that it was people from the Xian Dynasty who helped.

Now that he has been used as a test subject, it can be said that he deserves it.

Jinming, what are you going to do about the Xianchao Kingdom?"

Song Jinming told Rong Yanqing about the plan he and Rong Yanqing had discussed.

"......This is the general plan. Father, now that you are back, after your son leads the troops away, the court will need your attention."

Song Chengzhang's brows were furrowed and there was no moment of relaxation.

“This plan also sounds risky.

Xiao Jiuer, do you really want to go to the capital of the Xian Dynasty with the Ninth Prince of the Xian Dynasty?

You are too young to get involved in such dangerous things."

Song Chengzhang held his little granddaughter in his arms, extremely worried.

Song Jiujiu comforted her grandfather like a little adult.

"Grandpa, Jiuer is awesome!

You have to believe Jiuer!

As long as Jiuer and Brother Yan Qing can successfully reach the capital of the Xian Dynasty, they will be able to catch the evil people.

Then the battle between righteousness and evil can be ended smoothly.

Success and danger coexist. If you want to succeed, you must go through some dangers. "

The little guy spoke very seriously, and Song Chengzhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You, you little bastard.

Then you promise grandpa that when you encounter danger, the first thing you must do is to protect yourself!

No matter who the Ninth Prince is or what the Immortal Dynasty is like, neither is as important as your life!

Everything must be based on saving your own life!"

Song Jiujiu nodded her head obediently.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. Jiuer, Daddy, and everyone else will return safely!"

After finishing the business, Song Chengzhang felt a little tired, so he went back to his palace to rest.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family spent the night together without thinking about anything else, just focusing on eating moon cakes and appreciating the moon.

Of course, Rong Yanqing was among them.

Originally, Rong Yanqing had not planned to participate.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion. As an outsider, there is no need for him to disturb the reunion of the Song family.

But Song Jiujiu personally ran up to him and invited him, and pulled him over.

At first, Rong Yanqing was still a little hesitant, but under the attack of Song Jiujiu who kept calling him Brother Yanqing.

Rong Yanqing also joined the Song family's Mid-Autumn Festival dinner.

As the night deepened, the full moon shyly hid behind the clouds.

Song Jinming drank some osmanthus wine, and in his slightly tipsy state he was reminded of some of the past.

"Tomorrow we will set off for the border.

Father, Fufeng is now handed over to you. Wenyu, Zixian, you two, please help your royal grandfather.

You do whatever Grandpa Huang tells you to do, do you hear me?"

Song Wenyu recovered from the poison a few years ago, and after a few years of recuperation, his body and mind have returned to normal.

He nodded gently, "Don't worry, Father."

Song Zixuan had an indifferent expression, and he was still fiddling with a string of Bodhi beads in his slender white fingers.

"Don't worry, Father. Your sons will cooperate with you and take good care of Fufeng.

I hope you and your sister return safely."

Song Jinming picked up the wine glass and took another gulp, finishing it in one gulp.

"I don't know how Mu Bai and Sheng'er are doing on the road."

Song Jinming worried about everything he could tonight.

Finally he got drunk.

Song Jiujiu looked at her drunken father and sighed.

"Dad is so drunk, can he lead the troops away tomorrow?"

"Don't worry, Jiu'er. If your father can't get up tomorrow, then grandpa will take over and lead the troops to the battle!"

Song Chengzhang winked at his little granddaughter, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip with a smile.

Song Jiujiu: "??"

"Grandpa, are you serious?"

“Of course, it’s more real than pearls!

Don’t look at your grandfather’s age, but when it comes to leading troops in battle, he’s better than your father!”

Song Chengzhang straightened his back.

"Grandpa, it seems that you are also drunk, you should go and have a rest."

Song Zixuan's faint voice came from the side.

Without waiting for Song Chengzhang to react, the brothers Song Zixian and Song Wenyu had already helped Song Chengzhang up, one on each side, and were taking him to rest.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you two little bastards doing!

Your grandpa, I haven’t had enough to drink yet!”

Seeing this, Song Jiujiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "So grandpa is drunk too."

She turned her head to look at Rong Yanqing, who was sitting quietly and thoughtfully.