Madam Liu looked hesitant and silent for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile.

"What your father said is absolutely right. It's not easy to hide it from you!"

"Hehehe, as the saying goes, no one knows his son better than his father, and vice versa!"

"Zhi'er, please don't think too much. We, mother and your father, have absolutely no intention of interfering with your thoughts."

"Mother, please don't explain anything.

The hard work you two have put in is very clear to my heart.

Your son, I’m not the kind of person who doesn’t know what’s good or bad!”

Mrs. Liu put the oil-paper umbrella aside with a smile, raised her hand and took off her cloak and put it on Young Master Liu.

"My child, you have said so, what else can I say for my mother!"

"Mother, I'm not cold. You can keep wearing this cloak."

"Zhi'er, my mother has said everything she needs to say.

For my mother’s sake, it’s time for me to go back. It’s better for you to wear this big cloak yourself.”

"this."

"Put it on. There is a big cloak in my mother's room. I will put it on myself when I get back."

"Okay, then the kid will put it on."

"Son, as for the banquet, I will discuss it with Yun'er, Yan'er, the sisters and others."

"No problem, mother, you just have to figure it out."

"Hmm, Mom, I know. Do you want to go back? Or do you want to stay in the garden for a while?"

Liu Mingzhi fastened his cloak and looked sadly at the sky filled with crystal snowflakes.

"Mother, my child wants to stay alone in the garden for a while, so you should go back first."

Mrs. Liu nodded slightly, picked up the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and threw it into her son's hand, and then she leaped towards the distance in an erratic manner.

Young Master Liu looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and looked stunned.

When he was about to say something, Mrs. Liu's figure had disappeared into the garden.

Liu Mingzhi shook his head helplessly, held up the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and hurried out of the house with steady steps.

After a long time.

Young Master Liu's figure appeared on the official road outside the east gate of the capital.

He held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and a delicate food box in the other.

His steady and heavy figure stretched further and further away from the endless official road.

Liu Mingzhi tightened his cloak and looked back at the capital behind him.

On this day of family reunion.

Among the accompanying mausoleums of his imperial mausoleum, there is a lonely person waiting for him to accompany him!

"Oh! Tao Ying, Tao Ying.

You silly woman, wait a little longer and your husband will come to see you."

Young Master Liu sighed to himself, and his figure gradually blended into the boundless snowy scenery of the same color as the sky and the earth.

Half a day later.

Young Master Liu's figure gradually walked into the imperial mausoleum that was already completely white.

"If anyone comes from ahead, retreat immediately.

This is an important place for the imperial court and no unauthorized entry is allowed."

Liu Mingzhi looked calmly at the dozens of soldiers who suddenly rushed out from the ground in front of him, and silently raised the oil-paper umbrella in his hand higher.

"Liu Mingzhi."

The leading general was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly put away the weapon in his hand and faced Young Master Liu.

"Big... handsome?"

Young Master Liu looked at the oncoming general in front of him, and his face suddenly became surprised.

"Wang Yunge, the general who supervised the construction of the imperial tomb for me is actually a piece of shit like you."

The general whom Young Master Liu called Wang Yunge looked at Young Master Liu excitedly and quickly knelt down on one knee to perform a military salute.

"Your Majesty, King Yunge, is here to see you. Long live my emperor."

The soldiers behind Wang Yunge knelt down on one knee with equally excited expressions.

"We see your majesty, long live my emperor."

"You will be excused from the gift."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Wang Yunge stood up, he looked at Mr. Liu nervously.

"Commander, no no no, Your Majesty, are you the only one here?"

Liu Mingzhi raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and turned to look at the vast white snowy field behind him.

“Wang Yunge, there’s nothing wrong with your damn eyes, right?

Take a look behind me, does it look like I'm following someone else?"

"Back to Your Majesty, there is no one left, there is no one left."

"Yunge."

"Your Majesty, I am here."

"You'd better call me Marshal. It sounds awkward for you old brothers to call me His Majesty."

Wang Yunge looked embarrassed and suddenly became at a loss.

"Uh! This! This!"

When Liu Mingzhi saw Wang Yunge's reaction, he shook his head angrily and replied with a calm expression.

"Um?"

"Yes, I will obey your orders, Commander-in-Chief."

Young Master Liu nodded cheerfully, raised his head and gestured in the direction of the imperial mausoleum.

"Let's go and accompany me to the imperial mausoleum."

"I will obey your orders, Commander-in-Chief."

"Commander please!"

"Um."

"Commander, in this kind of weather, why did you come alone to the imperial mausoleum that is being built?"

Liu Mingzhi glanced at the imperial mausoleum in front of him, which had been suspended for a long time, and said with a faint smile: "Is it okay for me to come and see where I will rest in the future?"

When Wang Yunge heard Young Master Liu's words, he immediately trembled and didn't know how to answer the words.

"Uh! Uh! The last general, the last general."

"Yunge."

"The end will be here."

"How is the construction of my commander's main mausoleum going now?"

"Coming back to Commander-in-Chief, compared to a year ago, there has been little progress.

This year, the craftsmen had just been working for more than a month, and then all work was stopped again."

Liu Mingzhi nodded silently and took a deep breath.

"There is no way, there are too many places to use money in the world.

There are so many that even the imperial mausoleum where your commander-in-chief and I will rest in the future have to temporarily stop construction."

Wang Yunge looked at Mr. Liu's sighing expression and just nodded silently without saying anything more.

The affairs of the DPRK are not something that a general can interfere with.

"Yunge."

"Commander?"

"The soldiers are stationed here, and their daily food and clothing expenses are okay, right?"

"Back to Marshal, the supply of food and clothing was very timely.

During the monthly holidays, without any urging from the brothers, the officials from the Ministry of Revenue delivered everything the brothers needed."
To be continued...