Quick Travel: Who taught you how to attack villains like this?

Half a month later, on a quiet country dirt road, a simple carriage moved forward slowly.

Luo Hansheng sat quietly in the carriage, full of expectations.

He turned his head carefully, and his eyes fell on Yu Yan, who was closing her eyes and concentrating next to her. The corners of her mouth could not help but raise slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Then, Luo Hansheng gently reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

The scenery outside the window came into view. It was the scenery of his hometown that he was all too familiar with.

He didn't know if it was the change in his mood that made him feel that these originally ordinary scenery were beautiful.

Moreover, he was in a particularly happy mood.

Luo Hansheng admired it quietly, his eyes shining with surprise.

When the carriage entered Osmanthus Village, the villagers who had finished breakfast were already sitting under the osmanthus tree at the entrance of the village chatting.

When they saw the carriage entering the village, they couldn't help but look surprised.

Why did the carriage come to their village? Which noble person came to find whom?

Then, they saw the carriage heading straight for the Luo family at the end of the village.

"Did you see it? That's the direction of the Luo family."

"Why did you go to Luo's house?"

"Is Madam Luo causing trouble again?"

"..."

Yu Yan and Luo Hansheng in the carriage were immersed in each other's world, unaware of the discussions among the villagers in Osmanthus Village.

At this moment, the carriage slowly stopped and stopped at the door of Luo's house.

Luo Hansheng stared at his dilapidated house, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.

He sighed softly and turned to look at Yu Yan beside him, with a trace of uneasiness and embarrassment in his eyes.

He said softly: "Your Highness, you have seen that my home is really simple and far from your status. I hope Your Highness doesn't mind and don't blame me."

There was a hint of apology in his voice, as if he was worried that Yu Yan would feel uncomfortable because of the poverty at home.

Yu Yan looked at him and smiled slightly, "So this is what you look like? You look very good."

Her voice was soft, but he could hear her clearly.

These words fell in Luo Hansheng's ears, making his heart tremble slightly.

Luo Hansheng felt that his throat was itchy and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

At this time, there was a heartbreaking coughing sound inside, and it was as if he was coughing out his lungs.

Luo Hansheng's expression changed, and he immediately opened the door and ran in without caring about Yu Yan beside him.

Yu Yan followed him and walked inside.

Luo Hansheng ran into the house and saw a dying middle-aged man lying on the bed, which looked like a withered body.

"Daddy..."

His pupils shrank sharply, and he strode forward, poured him a bowl of water with skillful movements, then carefully lifted Luo's father up, and then fed Luo's father some water.

Luo's father just drank the water in big gulps, and finally he didn't cough so much.

He slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on his son in front of him. In an instant, tears poured out like a flood.

"Sheng'er, you, are you back?"

Father Luo's voice was trembling with disbelief, and his eyes were fixed on his son, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in his heart.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch his son's face, but stopped in mid-air and slowly put it down.

No, this must be another dream.

His Sheng'er had been ruthlessly sold by his wife, so how could it appear in front of him again?

Father Luo's heart was filled with pain and contradiction, and tears burst out again.

His poor son! It was his incompetence that made him unable to protect even his own flesh and blood.

Luo Hansheng felt his father's hand trembling slightly. He gently held the rough hand and said firmly: "Dad, you read that right. It's me. Your son is back."

Feeling the warmth of his hand, Luo's father suddenly froze.

Then he grabbed his son's hand with his backhand, hugged him into his arms, and started crying.

"Sheng'er...my Sheng'er..."

The middle-aged man's cries were deafening, as if he had infinite grievances in his heart and wanted to vent them out through his cries.

Luo Hansheng was held in his arms by his father. He felt his father's emaciated body, his nose became sore, and he cried silently.

Yu Yan stood at the door of the room, quietly looking at the father and son holding each other's arms and crying inside, and did not come forward to disturb them.

I don't know how long it took, but the father and son finally let go of each other after crying enough.

When she let go, Luo Hansheng accidentally touched Luo's father's arm, causing him to let out a soft cry.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Hansheng frowned and suddenly thought of something, then grabbed his hand and lifted up the clothes on his arm, revealing his bloodstained arm.

Looking at his father's scarred arms, Luo Hansheng's tears fell again.

"Did she hit you again? Did she hit you again?"

"She clearly promised me that as long as you sell me, I won't hit you again. She clearly promised me."

Luo Hansheng said, and fell into rage without knowing it.

Seeing him like this, Luo's father was a little anxious and wanted to sit up, but his body didn't allow him.

At this time, Yu Yan came over. She reached out to hold Luo Hansheng's hand and said comfortingly: "Hansheng..."

Luo Hansheng heard her voice and fell silent instantly.

He looked at the person in front of him, sniffed, and called her gently, "Your Highness..."

There was grievance in his voice, and the corners of his eyes and nose were red, like a child who was bullied while playing outside and went home to find his parents to make decisions for him.