Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

"Brother, she has been stopping her horse for a long time, obviously waiting for you." The sixteen-year-old Ji Xunyin, the second son of the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion, looked at his brother whom he had always looked up to since childhood. The fourth princess went to the South, and his brother should be sad.

"Even if I send you thousands of miles away, we will have to say goodbye eventually. Why bother going out and making her sad?" Ji Fanyin smiled softly as she touched her brother's head.

Looking up, the green mountains in the distance are mixed with the misty rain. The mountains are misty and the rain is strange. This is it. However, the spring rain is cold and wet, and the people who are far away are probably going to suffer.

Although the Ji family of the Duke of Weiguo Mansion was established by military forces, they were also well-educated. In this imperial city, they were a rare family of nobles praised by everyone. In recent years, many of the children in the family have been both civil and military. The Duke of Weiguo, Ji Linzhang, was a brave general who led the three armies when he was young. Now, the crown prince, Ji Fanyin, is both civil and military. With him, the Duke of Weiguo Mansion can stand firm for at least another fifty years.

Ji Linzhang is very proud of his eldest son, but he also feels that he has rarely fulfilled his responsibilities as a father and owes him a lot. He has wanted to make up for it over the years, but has never been able to please his son. As a father, he is not without regrets, and now that he finally has the chance, he will not let it go.

"I have already sent letters to my subordinates and friends in the south. They will take care of the Fourth Princess when she arrives in the south." Seeing that his son's clothes were a little thin and he didn't even wear a cloak, Ji Linzhang frowned and signaled the servant behind him to bring him clothes.

Duke Wei has always been upright and impartial. Now, for the sake of his son, he helps the fourth princess who has been sent away. It can be seen that he really cares about this son who has been mistreated.

"Thank you for your concern and hard work, father." The relationship between father and son has always been one of respectfulness but not closeness, but Ji Fanyin's words of thanks were very sincere.

He knew that his father felt guilty, but even when his mother was seriously ill and dying, he never really resented his father.

How could a general who leads troops to guard the border abandon the national defense and safety and come back to see his family?

Before arriving in the South, the cold wind blowing in their faces was already conveying the message of the bitter cold in the South. The servants behind them looked at the Fourth Princess who was still sitting upright on horseback and swinging the whip vigorously. They swallowed their words that they originally wanted to take a rest before continuing their journey. The noble lady of the royal family could remain calm and keep pace, so why couldn't they, who were often on the road and in the army, hold on?

Twenty-nine days later, the dusty group could see the long and majestic city wall from afar. Riding forward, they could hear the rustling of flags on the city wall. The two magnificent pavilions, which were half a person's height, silently told of the achievements of the southern soldiers and also intimidated the foreign tribes in the south who were ready to move north to the Central Plains.

Finally, he arrived in Shaocheng one day before his term. Before entering the city, Yun Anwan looked back at the road he had come from, and all he saw was the scenery of the south. He knew that he would not be able to see the person he wanted to see even if he turned around, but he still wanted to take one more look and say one more sentence.

After entering Shaocheng, there were endless official duties and various wars of all sizes. It was not until two months later that Yun Anwan finally sorted out the miscellaneous matters, wiped out a group of bandits on the border, and wrote a memorial and sent it urgently to the capital. Only then did she have the opportunity to drag her injured left hand and carefully look through the bottles and jars that the master had given her before leaving. She found a bottle of medicine, sprinkled it carefully on the wound, and wrapped it with a clean white cloth. After washing her hands, she fell asleep in the dim light, stroking the gorgeous dress.

Sir, Nandi is fine, but... the wound on my arm is quite painful!

She really wanted to write a letter to her husband, but she didn't dare!

The princess who guarded the border had correspondence with the family of an important official in the court. Regardless of the content of the letters, this act itself was a crime of treason.

Later, because he missed him so much, he only dared to enclose a small note in the memorial to the empress, saying something like "Thank you for your teachings, sir. I now realize how much I have benefited from it through practice." The empress would then pass the note to the sir, but he received no reply and was even reprimanded by the empress for it.

All this was as expected. Just as she did not dare to write a letter to her husband, her husband also did not dare to write a receipt to her. The empress would not allow it.

An unpopular princess with no external help only needs to be sent abroad after she comes of age to serve the country and the empress. After her term is up, she will either continue to be sent abroad or be summoned back to Beijing to be loyal to the princess valued by the empress. This is everything for her. Yun Anwan knew this a long time ago.

She didn't ask for much, but sir... he was the best person to her in the world, the cleanest and warmest person in the world. She couldn't help but wish for him and wanted to get closer to him!

Years have passed and my hair has turned white. Spring is coming soon. What is the point of leaving guests here? Time is ruthless and waits for no one. In the South Commander's Mansion, Yun Anwan looked at the bright moonlight in the night sky. Occasionally, coughs could be heard in the quiet courtyard. It was Mother Qin at the gate of the Second Courtyard. When she first came to Southland, she still had black hair and a smile on her face. Now, three years have passed, and Mother Qin's hair is full of white. After her husband and son died in battle for their country, she has not smiled for a long time.

When Mother Qin heard the noise coming from inside, she thought that the owner of the commander's mansion had not yet rested, so she came over with a lantern in her hand, looking at the person in the yard wearing a jade-colored long skirt and a gorgeous flower ornament on her forehead. She blinked several times before she confirmed that the fairy-like person in front of her was their talented and virtuous female commander of the South, the fourth princess Yun Anwan.

Mother Qin knelt down and saluted, then said softly: "Your Highness is also very beautiful in women's clothes."

Yes, it is also very beautiful! But since I came to the South, I have been busy with government affairs and have no time to rest. How can I care about my face? Recently, there has been no war, and I have a lot of free time. I couldn't help but put on the dress that I put on my pillow every night, and carefully put on the flower ornaments in front of the mirror.

I want to drink with the moon, and my shadow and I become three people. Now that Mother Qin is here, I won’t be lonely under the moon in a foreign land. I have someone to keep me company.

"Your Highness, you must be missing home." After hanging the lantern in her hand on a treetop nearby, Mother Qin came to a step behind Yun Anwan, looked at the tall and straight person in front of her, like a pine tree, with loving eyes, and spoke softly.

Home?

The palace has never been her home. She just misses her husband. This... can also be considered as homesickness!

"Your Highness, it would be a shame if you didn't tie your hair up into a bun to complement your beautiful outfit." Mother Qin said, taking a step forward and carefully saying, "I am quite skilled, so I would like to ask, can I tie your hair up for you?"

Mother Qin was not a slave in the mansion. She was a farmhand who stayed in the mansion after her husband and son died in the war. However, she always observed the distinction between master and servant and was never disrespectful in any way.

Yun Anwan turned around and looked at the widow of the old soldier from the South. She was not as graceful and powerful as her empress mother. Her back was a little hunched and her face was full of the vicissitudes of time. However, Yun Anwan felt that she was very kind and was very happy about Mother Qin's suggestion.

Looking at the pretty face in the mirror, and the fingers that were old and dry but still nimble, Yun Anwan, who was originally in a depressed mood, actually tasted some warmth from it. During the few times when she went out of the palace as a child, Yun Anwan saw those women in the market, who gently braided their children's pigtails and carefully braided colorful hairbands into the braids.

Compared to the splendor of the imperial palace, that kind of dress was really a bit simple, but little Yun Anwan was very envious. After all, she didn't even have the chance to accompany her mother for dinner, and being favored by her mother to braid her hair was an honor that only the eldest sister could have.

Mother Qin smoothed a strand of hair in her hand and carefully tied it into a small bun. Three years in this world was long and short, long enough for her to lose her beloved husband and son, and short enough for her hair to turn white.

The poems and songs of the previous dynasties all talked about the suffering of the common people, but this royal noblewoman born to the empress, apart from the noble title of the Fourth Princess, was just a little girl in her early twenties. If she were in an ordinary family, she should have been at her parents' home, being taught by them, or at her husband's home, taking care of her husband and raising her children.

During the three years, I worked as a guard in the gatehouse of the Second Courtyard. I had seen the light in the study burn from the bright moon to the dim morning light more than once. I had also seen the decisive female general on the battlefield looking far to the north in the dead of night. During the three years, two Duan inkstones in the study were worn out, the red tassel on the spear was changed six times, and there were more or less bloodstains on the clothes that were taken off and sent for washing...

After putting on the last hairpin, the flying bird-shaped bun was done. Mother Qin looked at the person taking a nap with his eyes closed in the mirror, raised her hand and quickly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and then reminded: "Your Highness, it's done."