But with a slight glance.
Seeing the pile of memorials on the side of the emperorās desk, Ying Zheng felt a bit overwhelmed again.
...
Zhao Mansion!
"The master has returned."
A loud shout.
The servants in the entire residence immediately bustled about.
And in front of the mansion gates.
Wang Yan had already come with her two children.
It had been nearly a year since they last met.
The two little ones had grown much taller.
Now they were already six years old.
Wang Yan was holding a little baby, Zhao Fengās third son, Zhao Wu.
Beside her, Wu Yang was also holding a girl of similar age, Zhao Pan.
"Welcome back, husband."
Wang Yan and a few concubines bowed to greet Zhao Feng warmly.
Looking at his long-lost wife, and seeing these concubines, Zhao Feng also revealed a smile.
"Qiāer, Lingāer."
"Come to your father."
Zhao Feng squatted down, smiling and waving.
"Father."
The two little ones quickly ran over and leapt into Zhao Fengās arms.
Zhao Feng picked them up with one arm each.
And walked towards Wang Yan.
"Wuāer has also grown up, and so has Panāer." Zhao Feng said with a joyful smile as he looked at the two children held by Wang Yan and Wu Yang.
Although the thrill of fighting on the battlefield greatly satisfied Zhao Feng, achieving military glory was the mark of a man.
But being at home, seeing so many beautiful women and his children, put Zhao Feng at ease.
This is where his roots lie in this world!
"Husband."
"Father and mother, along with elder brother, are waiting in the main hall." Wang Yan said with a smile.
"We canāt keep my father-in-law waiting." Zhao Feng chuckled.
He headed directly towards the main hall.
As he walked, he said: "Housekeeper, today I wish to dine with my father-in-law and others. Make sure everything is well prepared, and also take care of my trusted aides."
"Yes."
The housekeeper immediately responded.
Main hall!
Wang Jian and his son were sitting there sipping tea, while Mrs. Wang sat with her daughter-in-law, Liyang.
Wang Li was also there; now thirteen years old, he had become a handsome young man, inheriting the Wang familyās good looks.
"Father-in-law, mother-in-law."
"Elder brother, elder sister-in-law."
Zhao Feng walked in with a smile and greeted them.
Hearing Zhao Fengās voice.
Wang Jian also smiled and slowly stood up.
"Kid, you finally decided to come back." Wang Jian said with a smile.
"With the battle settled, of course, I had to return." Zhao Feng replied with a smile.
"Itās good to have you back."
"Yanāer was quite worried during these days."
"Leading ten thousand troops into the land of the Northern Border Foreign Tribes alone made even me anxious."
Mentioning Zhao Fengās audacious move, Wang Jian felt a lingering fear.
Though Wang Jianās military command was expert, leading ten thousand troops into the foreign lands and achieving such monumental merit, making his name known throughout the worldā
Wang Jian did not believe he could do that.
"Brother-in-law."
"You fought this battle beautifully."
"I am ashamed in comparison."
"Itās a pity I did not partake in this battle; otherwise, I would have loved to slay those damned foreign tribes with you."
"Such actions glorify our national prestige and show the heavenly might of Huaxia, itās truly exhilarating."
Wang Ben said excitedly.
To ask what results Zhao Feng had achieved in this Northern Frontier campaign?
The people of the world had their own opinions.
If Qin hadnāt unified the world, this would surely be recorded impressively in future histories. The War General Zhao Feng from Huaxia leading ten thousand troops into the heartland of foreign tribes, slaying hundreds of thousands, destroying tribes, obliterating the Barbarian Royal Court, and killing its king.
This would undoubtedly be a noteworthy entry.
As Zhao Fengās martial achievements spread,
everyone revered him across the land.
Especially the soldiers in the army, whose admiration was beyond words.
Previously, only a few called Zhao Feng the War God, but now he fully earned the title.
"If elder brother were there, surely we could have slain even more foreign tribes." Zhao Feng said with a smile.
"Hahaha, I love hearing my brother-in-law say that."
"Father, did you hear that? Even the War God of Qin praises me!" Wang Ben laughed joyfully.
"Shameless."
"Your brother-in-law is just being polite to you." Wang Jian remarked with mild annoyance.
"Wang Li has grown so much."
"Excellent."
"In the future, come join your uncleās army, and Iāll take you to the battlefield to slay foes."
Zhao Feng said with a smile, looking at Wang Li, whose eyes were filled with admiration.
"Uncle."
"Really?"
Wang Liās eyes immediately lit up.
"As long as your Grandpa agrees, your uncle will definitely take you." Zhao Feng said with a smile.
"Grandpa." Wang Li looked towards Wang Jian.
"You little rascal already spoke up, do you think your Grandpa is so unreasonable?" Wang Jian scolded affectionately.
Finishing that statement.
Wang Jian, a bit helplessly said: "This boy has been growing up listening to your war stories since he was seven or eight years old, now all he thinks about is joining your Wuāan Military Camp."
"Perfect."
"Next time I return to the camp, Iāll take you along to fight enemies."
"Help you earn merits." Zhao Feng said with a smile.
"Father, I also want to join my cousin." Zhao Qi said seriously.
Hearing his words.
Everyone looked over and burst out laughing, "Hahaha."
"Qiāer, youāre still too young, grow a bit more first."
Zhao Feng laughed, amused by Zhao Qi: "With those tiny arms and legs, give it a few more years."
After being teased for a while.
Zhao Qi pouted, visibly upset.
"Have a seat, everyone."
"Why are you all standing?"
Seeing so many standing in the grand hall, Wang Jian chuckled.
"Yanāer, take Qiāer and the others to play for a while."
"Call me when itās time for the meal, I need to discuss some matters with father-in-law and elder brother." Zhao Feng turned to Wang Yan and said.
He also set his two children down.