"The eldest son is back!"
As Zhao Douan strode through the gate, surrounded by house servants and maids, You Jinhua and her daughter revealed genuine smiles on their faces.
In a world where travel was fraught with difficulties, some people's partings meant they might never meet again in their lifetime.
Thus, in his past life, Zhao Douan had learned ancient poetry, where farewells and homesickness were always major themes.
Because meetings were so precious, letters sent from afar became laden with importance.
Zhao Douan had not been in this world for long, so his understanding of this was not profound.
He only knew that his return to the Zhao Mansion had caused quite a "stir."
Every servant in the house came out to see him; the first question from his mother was, "Have you eaten yet?" Learning that Zhao Douan had just returned from the palace and hadn't had lunch, she immediately ordered the cook to start a fire.
