Qingyang City is the capital of Qingyang and the base camp of the Zhao family. Here, the Zhao family is powerful. The so-called sky is high and the emperor is far away. Even the Emperor of Tianhua does not have much control over the place. Apart from setting up some institutions to assign some officials, they do not have much power. These officials who came down from above will not feel uncomfortable and will not go against the Zhao family. They obediently take the extra salary given to them by the Zhao family and then say good things to them. This is a win-win solution.

The Zhao family's carriage slowly drove into Qingyang City. Seeing the four-horse carriage, the people in Qingyang City stopped and made way. The Zhao family had a high prestige here, especially after the news that Wolf and his son were all killed not long ago, people were even more grateful to the Zhao family because there were too many Tianhua people who died under the three of them. Zhao Zheng avenged everyone, and the people would naturally be grateful.

Through the window on the carriage, He Ping observed Qingyang City. Although there was already more people as he came along the way. First, the number of farmland and farmers increased significantly, and then some small towns appeared. The more they walked forward, the more prosperous they became. When the carriage officially entered Qingyang City, He Ping was also shocked by the scene in front of him. He thought that the military world with a level 2 civilization level would not have a very prosperous city, but what appeared before him at this time was far beyond his imagination.

Houses with brick and stone and wooden structures are lined up, pavilions and towers are everywhere, and the streets are full of vitality. Passers-by come and go, shops on the street, street stalls shouting and attracting customers, children laughing and playing, and juggling groups that sell arts are similar to ancient Chinese, but are different from every dynasty. He Ping was in a daze, and while he was curious, he felt that he was out of place.

The carriage did not stop at all. Every passerby who saw the carriage consciously gave the carriage a road that was accessible. Under the gaze of the people watching the fun, the carriage walked forward. Finally, it stopped in front of a gate near the center of the city. Let alone the wall that could not be seen. Just this mansion gate with the plaque with the word "Zhao Mansion" hanging on it made He Ping realize the power of the Zhao family again.

When the Zhao family returned home, there was no spectacular scene as He Ping imagined, no large number of servants to greet him, and no special ceremony. At the gate was a little similar to Zhao Xiaoyue, dressed in elegant and luxurious beauty. The young woman was followed by a few young maids, and that's all. He Ping was very surprised by his low-key behavior. It seemed that the Zhao family had some means to gain a foothold here for many years. But I don't know if this was a common habit of the Tianhua nobles, or if it was the only Zhao family.

"Mom!" Zhao Xiaoyue, who jumped out of the carriage with the help of the maid next to her, immediately rushed to the young woman's arms. It seemed that the young woman was Zhao Xiaoyue's mother, Zhao Zheng's wife Zhao Wenshi.

"Xiaoyue!" Holding Zhao Xiaoyue in his arms, Zhao Wenshi hurriedly stroked Zhao Xiaoyue's hair and said, "Xiaoyue, let my mother see if she has sunburned or has become thinner. Is it hard to work along the way? Have you eaten? Do you want to take a break?"

Looking at Zhao Xiaoyue's mother's actions, He Ping couldn't help but feel funny. It was said that the couple would gradually move closer to each other as they live together. The two really looked like husband and wife. At least in terms of their daughter, they performed exactly the same. At that time, in the military camp, Zhao Zheng, who saw Zhao Xiaoyue, had no normal majesty at all. At this time, his wife was the same. It was impossible to tell that she was the mistress of the Zhao family in Qingyang.

"Aunt! Don't worry, with me here, Xiaoyue will definitely not be wronged." At this time, Wen Fang, who was beside him, also came forward to say hello to Zhao Wen. He was the son of Zhao Wen's brother. There were rules in the army that could only call his uncle Zhao Zheng as a general. However, he was not in the army at this time and Zhao Wen was not a soldier, so he naturally called her aunt: "By the way, aunt, I will introduce you to you, this is Mr. He Ping."

"Madam Zhao!" He Ping raised his hand and bowed according to Tianhua's rules. To be honest, He Ping was still a little nervous at this time. Although he knew that Zhao Zheng must have sent a letter back and mentioned him in the letter, he was also an unknown person from an unknown origin. The people in the army were generous and generous, no matter so many details, but as the mistress of the Zhao family, it is still unknown how Zhao Wenshi would treat him. He was even ready to be looked at by cold eyes.

"Come on, you're He Ping." However, what He Ping imagined didn't happen. Zhao Wen greeted him enthusiastically, stroked his little face and said, "Don't call me Mrs. Zhao like a little adult. If you want, just call me aunt. I think you are about the same age as Xiaoyue, so it's not a big deal."

While talking, Zhao Wen took Wen Fang and a group of guards, holding He Ping with his left hand and Zhao Xiaoyue with his right hand. While talking to the children on both sides, He Ping walked into the gate. This treatment made He Ping not react for a while. This was different from what he imagined, and Zhao Wen also took good care of him along the way. It seemed a bit like the mother-in-law's opinion of her son-in-law. He Ping was taken by Zhao Wen to the inner courtyard of the Zhao Mansion, which was where the Zhao family usually lived.

When he arrived here, when he saw Wen Fang following him, he finally realized that he always regarded himself as an adult. In the army, everyone paid more attention to strength than appearance, so everyone was equally familiar with him and did not treat him as a child, but his appearance did not change. In the eyes of a mother of a teenage child, he was just a pink little boy, which had nothing to do with strength, and was about the same age as Zhao Xiaoyue, which naturally aroused her maternal nature.

He Ping, who finally figured out this, was amused and crying. At this time, he noticed that Wen Fang behind him was full of smiles and his face turned red, which made He Ping even more depressed. I believe that after Wen Fang returned to the military camp, he would definitely tell Zhao Zheng and others what happened today. The image of a little adult he had built through long-term efforts was completely ruined, but He Ping was not able to refuse Zhao Wen's kindness. This young mother also reminded him of his mother Yin Xiulan.

"Come here, He Ping, look, this is the house I prepared for you, next to it is where Xiaoyue lives." Several people followed Zhao Wen's family to a courtyard. The scenery here is good. There is also a small pond in the yard, with several small red and black fish swimming in it. There are three rooms on the front and on both sides, and they are all suites. This makes He Ping, whose housing area has never exceeded 100 square meters, almost have the old habit of being a rustic bull.

"Are you still satisfied? Just tell Aunt Zhao what you need."

"Satisfied and very satisfied!" He Ping nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice. Such an independent courtyard was the best stronghold in his mind.
Chapter completed!