In the Hall of Heart, Mu Yingbao and the others had already had the New Year's Eve dinner and gave everyone a New Year's bag. Brother Hui and Shi Tou set off firecrackers in the yard, and Mu Yingbao was making cakes in the house.

After making three cake embryos, she finally baked one that she was slightly satisfied with.

Brother Hui smelled the fragrance and entered the house; "Mother, are you going to make light cream? Come on, son."

In this big day, my father is not reunited. For my mother to be happier, Brother Hui worked hard to make all kinds of "happy".

"Actually, your father hasn't come back yet, so it's all my fault. If I hadn't asked them to pay tribute to us, your father would have been back long ago." Mu Yingbao couldn't see the guilt in the child's heart. There was only mother and son in the room. She said what she said, and wanted the child to understand that it was not his fault.

The one who is wrong is the restless Yunning Kingdom.

"Don't take all the responsibility on yourself. I'll ask you, if your father didn't go to the border but someone else went, would you feel at ease at this time?" Mu Yingbao asked again.

Brother Hui thought about it and shook his head. He also felt guilty towards the merchant grandfather and grandson.

I always feel that it is all for him that they travel thousands of miles to be able to reunite with their families in the New Year.

"Similarly, even if your father didn't go, he would feel guilty when he was spending the New Year with us at home, because he would feel that it was his responsibility to go to the border to kill the enemy.

Son, do you know why you still feel guilty even though you know it's not because of us. Why is this?" she asked in a warm voice.

Brother Hui shook his head again, he didn't know why, but he would feel that way anyway.

Mu Yingbao squatted down slightly, looked at the child's eyes and said to him, "Silly children, because we are the same people, we are all not selfish enough. Therefore, when something happens and is related to ourselves, we are enjoying our own happiness, and when others around us suffer, they will blame themselves and feel guilty.

I will advise you not to think like this, but in fact I can't do it myself.

So, so, now we are the only one in the room, don’t pretend to be tired.”

"Well, my son understands it. My son misses his father and is worried about him. Sometimes, my son even regrets that he shouldn't have returned to Beijing and shouldn't have fought for this position. If he doesn't come back, will our family be together?

But mother, you also told your son that even if you don’t come back, you already know my life experience and the truth of the matter. Even if I don’t come back to be this emperor, even if I live an ordinary life elsewhere, I will still not let go and will still not be happy.

So, my son has no choice, right?” He stopped disguising himself, and his eyes turned red as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yes, since we know that avoidance cannot solve the problem, let's face it together. Good, bad, happy, sad, we will face it together. Although your father cannot spend the reunion with us now, our hearts are always together.

I believe he is also thinking about us, and your father will never regret going to the expedition.

I felt depressed, and my mother and I said it and threw it away. Now, let’s make a beautiful big cake with me.

When I become proficient in doing things, you and your father will make you more beautiful and bigger." Mu Yingbao feels that he is not just urging his children, but also urging himself.

Brother Hui nodded vigorously; "Mother, teach your son how to do it. When my father comes back, let's make a big cake for him."

The mother and the mother chatted and their moods were really much better.

Soon, a beautiful big cake was ready. Although the technique of placing is a bit unfamiliar, everyone was shocked when they saw such a beautiful cake for the first time.

After one of them succeeded, Mu Yingbao and Brother Hui baked two cake embryos.

It was almost midnight, there were three tables in the kitchen and three large cakes.

In the middle of the night, we set up firecrackers in the yard and picked up the God of Wealth. Everyone went into the house to start cutting the cake.

"Oh, madam, why don't you cut it, what a pity." Xizhu said in a very unbearable way as she saw Mu Yingbao cutting it with a knife.

"Mrs. I'm making it for us to eat, not to show it here. Otherwise, I'll cut your portion later and don't eat it. Take it back to the house and take it to see it." Dongzhu teased Xizhu.

"I don't want it." Xizhu responded, imitating Brother Hui and the others, picked up a plate, and waited aside with her eyes.

Mu Yingbao didn't cut a big piece, everyone in the house got a piece, and left half of it, which was left for the guards at night.

Mr. Fan Puchang went home the day before yesterday. They wanted to stay with Brother Hui for the New Year. Brother Hui said no, so he asked them to go back to reunite.

Before leaving, Mu Yingbao brought some snacks he made himself, including nougat, sesame balls, jelly, candied haws, and cakes made specifically for Brother Hui's grandmother.

There are not many people in the Yangxin Palace anyway, so I just ate it together with Mu Yingbao.

At this time, the quietest people in the room were Nanzhu and Luo Yi.

I also ate things and occasionally laughed, but I just didn't participate in everyone's jokes.

Fortunately, everyone is familiar with it, and it doesn’t seem too awkward.

The oldest Tao Qingyuan ate his cake like an old naughty boy, and then acted to compete with Brother Hui Shi Tou for the cake.

The two of them were so scared that they didn't care about eating and enjoying each other, and quickly got down their stomachs.

After eating cake, savoring tea, and continuing to eat snacks to watch, a letter was sent out of the hall.

Mu Yingbao and Brother Hui's eyes lit up immediately, thinking it was Xue Wenyu's letter.

But when the mother and mother saw the person who sent the letter and he handed over the envelope, their hearts were cold.

The sender was from the palace, which is enough to show that it was not Xue Wenyu's letter. I have never seen the envelope.

On the milky white envelope, the waist seal was actually made of green satin.

"Mother." Brother Hui looked at the handwriting on the envelope and handed it to Mu Yingbao.

"Hmm? For me?" Mu Yingbao really couldn't imagine that there would be anyone else who would write to her besides Xue Wenyu who was far away from the border here.

There is only the recipient's name Mu Yingbao on the envelope, and there is no signature of the sender.

No matter where the letter is sent, it must have been tested non-toxic.

With doubts, Mu Yingbao opened the letter and opened it and saw that the words on it were very neat and the fonts were quite beautiful, but he felt that the writer was a little cynical and free and easy.

Because it was for Mu Yingbao, Brother Hui did not follow him, but he looked at his mother's expression.

Everyone else also saw Mu Yingbao frowned, then widened his eyes and looked like he saw a ghost. When he saw it, he was left with a look of disgust.

When everyone was curious about who wrote it and what it was written, Mu Yingbao slowly spit out two words: "I'm sick...
Chapter completed!