Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Late at night, Chu Feng returned to the hotel.

Yun Muqing had not slept all night; her pretty face looked a bit haggard, filled with worry.

But when she saw Chu Feng dressed in the majestic dragon general's uniform, walking steadily towards her, her eyes shimmered with tears, and then her voice choked up, tears streaming down. "I'm going to war," Chu Feng said.

"I know."

Yun Muqing held back her tears. She had always known that the border was in crisis and the situation in Xi Ye was perilous.

Chu Feng would eventually put on his battle armor again and go to war.

But when this day really came, she couldn't control her emotions, tightly hugging Chu Feng and sobbing softly.

Generals die in a hundred battles, and heroes return after ten years.

This was a war where people died.

Ask which wife in the world could be at ease when her husband went off to war.

But the rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every man.

As the wife of a soldier, she had to accept everything, bury all worries and panic in her heart, and show only silent support.

"Let me hold you a little longer. Can you leave later?" Yun Muqing's voice was filled with attachment and reluctance, softly pleading. Chu Feng remained silent, with only the sleeping Duo Duo and the tearful Yun Muqing by his side, silently accompanying him.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master Feng, it's time to report back to the military headquarters."

Mr. Zhong had been waiting outside the door, and now he knocked and said, "Also, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."

"Before you set off, I hope you can go home and take a look. The Lord is very worried about you."

"And Lady and Duo Duo, if they stay in the Lord's residence, with someone to protect and take care of them, it would be more secure." Chu Feng frowned, seemingly hesitant.

But Yun Muqing wiped away her tears and readily agreed, "Okay, let's go back."

She looked at Chu Feng with a meaningful gaze, making him somewhat helpless.

Mr. Zhong was overjoyed and quickly arranged for them to stay at Lord Chu's Castle.

After Chu Feng finished packing, he briefly explained a few things to Li Hongtu and the others before leaving.

After seventeen years, when he stepped into this magnificent and unusually cold Lord's residence again, Chu Feng felt little sentiment in his heart, only disappointment and indifference.

Most of the time, this seemingly luxurious lord's residence felt more like a prison to him, bringing only painful and indifferent memories.

The only thing that could bring him warmth was that small, cold, and narrow room located deep within the grand courtyard, which could bring him a touch of warm memories.

That was where he and his mother, Ye Qingrou, lived.

For seven years, they spent most of their time in that room, unaffected by the vibrant flowers and bustling activities outside.

But that was his happiest and warmest memory from childhood.

Chu Feng stood in front of that door, unknowingly moistening his eyes.

In the dim light, he seemed to see that kind and gentle woman again, always wearing a smile like a spring breeze, softly calling out to him.

The past was like the wind, slapping his face; the pain and bitterness were clear but fleeting.

"Daddy, why are you crying again?" Duo Duo innocently reached out her small hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes.

Yun Muqing held their daughter and said, "Duo Duo, let Daddy be alone for a while; shall we go somewhere else first?"

"Okay." Duo Duo obediently nodded, blinking her big eyes full of curiosity and joy as she looked at the grandeur of the Lord's residence. Yun Muqing held Chu Feng's hand, her gaze gentle, and turned to leave with their daughter.