The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

When Jiang Zhixue leaned into his arms, Li Fushan's breathing became a little rapid and his face turned red.

When he heard Jiang Zhixue's words, he was still a little unresponsive.

Jiang Zhixue looked up and saw this silly husband staring at her blankly.

She burst out laughing, and even the fat baby in Li Fushan's arms started laughing too.

"Daddy is stupid!"

Jiang Zhixue raised her eyebrows and reached out to flick her chubby son's cheek: "Son talking about father? Don't you want your little butt anymore?"

The little fat boy immediately covered his butt and laughed: "Zhan'er knows he was wrong, Daddy forgive me!"

The chubby boy’s full name is Li Beizhan, a name given by Jiang Zhixue.

The Li family has been ranked according to the North generation until the fat boy's generation. Although the elders are no longer around, the rules still have to continue.

Li Fushan used to be from a poor family, so he just said casually that he didn't care about this.

It was Jiang Zhixue who saw that Li Fushan still wanted to support the Li family, so she insisted on continuing the Li family's lineage.

After being interrupted by the fat boy, Li Fushan's words that he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. It was not right to say it, nor was it right not to say it.

Jiang Zhixue didn't care much about the answer to this question, she just asked it.

It’s hard to say how it will turn out in the end.

"Then let's hurry up and set off tomorrow."

Jiang Zhixue always felt uneasy when she thought about her uncle vomiting blood at her third sister's wedding banquet.

Li Fushan could see the worry in Jiang Zhixue's heart. He nodded, weighed his fat son in his hand, and asked him in a deep voice: "Zhan'er, tomorrow daddy and mommy have to hurry on their way. Can Zhan'er bear it?"

When raising their children, Li Fushan and Jiang Zhixue basically say everything to their children face to face.

If there was anything to discuss, he would never shy away from talking to this kid.

This little fat boy also inherited Jiang Zhixue's cleverness, and he never talks about these things to others.

At such a young age, he is able to keep his mouth shut.

The little boy had also heard the conversation between the couple. He looked at Jiang Zhixue with his big black grape eyes and asked, "Is the great grandfather sick?"

The young human cub didn't quite understand what vomiting blood was, but he could tell that his mother was not in a good mood.

He knew that the Duke of England was his great-grandfather who had given him the little wooden sword and the little wooden horse.

Although the little fat boy could not remember what his great-grandfather looked like, he knew that his great-grandfather was as good to him as his grandfather.

He is also a very important person to my mother.

Jiang Zhixue looked at her chubby son. When she heard these words, her nose felt sore and her eyes immediately turned red.

She nodded: "Yes, great grandfather, he is sick. Mother wants to go home to see great grandfather as soon as possible."

"If you can bear it, Zhan'er can accompany Daddy and Mommy on the journey!"

A little fat boy with a big mouth.

Li Fushan looked down at him and saw only his son's prominent fat face.

He groaned for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, I'll take care of him."

Jiang Zhixue didn't insist on arguing with him. Although she had improved her riding skills quite well in the southern border over the years, it would be better to leave such technical work as taking care of children to Li Fushan.

"Rest early. We have to set off early tomorrow. If everything goes well, we can reach the capital before the city gates close."

Jiang Zhixue is a very opinionated person. She is determined to accomplish what she wants to do.

Given the distance from the capital city now, if we travel without rest during the day, we can indeed reach the capital city earlier.

Li Fushan said nothing, just nodded and began to strip the cub of its clothes.

She skillfully stripped the cub down to its undershirt and laid it on the bed.

The little fat boy cleverly lifted the quilt and lay in the middle, closing his big watery eyes and sleeping soundly.

Jiang Zhixue smiled, took off Li Fushan's coat, and said with a smile: "I don't know who he looks like. My father said that I was not so honest when I was a child."

Li Fushan glanced in the direction of the bed and saw the little fat boy secretly opening his eyes to look at him and his wife, and immediately acted well when he met his gaze.

Li Fushan thought, he should be more like his wife.

His mother once said that he was a piece of wood and not smart at all when he was a child.

If she is as good as him, he will protect her all his life.

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After being away for several years, Jiang Zhixue could always sense something different whenever she went near the capital.

She and Li Fushan and a group of more than ten people rode their horses at a rapid speed.

When I arrived at the gate of the capital, I unexpectedly saw the old butler of the Duke of England’s mansion!

"Second Miss! Second Uncle! You are finally here!"

The old butler saw a group of people rushing towards him from afar. He looked again and saw that it was the second young lady and the second brother-in-law!

A man who is so dark, dressed in military uniform and holding a baby in his arms, must be their second uncle-in-law.

Jiang Zhixue also recognized the old housekeeper at a glance. She frowned and was about to speak when she heard the old housekeeper say, "Second Miss, go home first and talk after you get home."

Seeing the old housekeeper's appearance, Jiang Zhixue, who was already worried, felt even more uncomfortable.

She took out her pass and showed it to the person at the city gate. The guard at the city gate knew her identity and quickly let her in.

However, the guard was stunned for a moment when he saw a fat white head suddenly pop out from the arms of the man dressed as a military general.

Li Fushan quickly but gently pushed his fat son's head back.

It is not convenient to ride a horse into the city.

The old butler had already prepared a carriage and asked Jiang Zhixue and the young master to get on first.

Just as she was getting on the carriage, Jiang Zhixue suddenly heard passers-by pointing and talking.

"Is this the second young lady of the Duke of England's mansion?"

"Could it be that he rushed back to attend the funeral of the Duke of England?"

When Jiang Zhixue heard this, she was furious. Unexpectedly, the fat boy who had already sat in the carriage suddenly lifted the curtain and yelled.

The little fat kid said in a loud voice: "You are the one who went to your father-in-law's funeral! Your whole family went to your father-in-law's funeral!"

When the passerby heard a little kid scolding him like that, he immediately became embarrassed, his face turned red, and he even wanted to talk back.

Seeing this, the others also began to blame the man: "What are you doing! Do you want to cause trouble?"

"The Duke of England fought for his country and his people, and you, a villain, cursed him!"

"What a ungrateful thing!"

The Duke of England has a very good reputation among the people, and many people pray for him.

When people heard someone say this, they all spoke up for justice.

Jiang Zhixue's anger subsided a little. She glanced at the old housekeeper and said, "Let's go."

Fatty carefully took Jiang Zhixue's hand and put it on his face: "Pinch it. If mom is unhappy, pinch it."

Jiang Zhixue was not the type to vent her anger on others. Seeing Fatty trying so hard to offer his face, she forced a smile and said, "Mom won't pinch it. When we get home, let Grandfather do it, okay?"

Fatty agreed without hesitation: "Let me!"

When the old butler who was following outside the carriage heard this, he burst into tears.

I hope, I hope the second young lady and the young master can see the Duke for the last time.