In mid-December, after being away for three months, Xiao Yeyang returned to the Prince Residence with Daozi, braving the heavy snow.
"Why were you gone for such a long time? It’s almost the New Year!"
Daohua personally brushed the snow off the coats of the father and son. Although her words carried some complaints, the longing in her eyes could not be concealed.
Seeing his father obediently listening to the scolding, Daozi covered his mouth and snickered, then slipped off his cape and ran inside to see his younger siblings.
Watching Daozi run off, Daohua did not go after him but wrung out a hot towel to wipe Xiao Yeyang’s face.
After refreshing himself and drinking a large bowl of milk tea to warm up, Xiao Yeyang finally spoke up: "After handing over the refugee resettlement to the Magistrate of each prefecture, they didn’t cause me too much trouble. The reason I came back late was that I took a group of women to the various military settlements."
Daohua expressed surprise: "Womenfolk?"
Xiao Yeyang nodded: "Many of the soldiers stationed at the border haven’t settled down, and this issue must be addressed. Whenever disasters occur, many families sell their daughters. I submitted a memorandum to my imperial uncle about this matter."
"Believe it or not, this time it actually attracted quite a number of maidens ready for marriage. Although it’s still far from enough, at least it gave the unmarried soldiers hope and something to look forward to."
Daohua replied: "But such opportunities are too rare, you’ll have to think of other methods if you really want to solve the soldiers’ difficulties in finding wives."
Xiao Yeyang ’hmmed’ in agreement: "Yes, in the end, it depends on the development of Xiliang. As long as Xiliang prospers, the population will increase, and naturally, the soldiers will be able to find wives. Introducing people from other statuses is still a temporary measure."
Not continuing on this topic, Daohua asked about Daozi’s performance.
Xiao Yeyang couldn’t help but laugh: "That rascal truly is our son; he’s even more clever than I imagined."
"I took him to all twelve military towns this time and gave him a task to identify the key points of each military town."
"Guess how he did it? He went straight to the seasoned soldiers and tricked them into giving out information. Before this, I had no idea the little rascal was so talkative. In the end, he did indeed manage to identify the key points."
Unable to help herself, Daohua laughed: "That’s because Daozi has a clever way with words."
Xiao Yeyang also laughed: "Yes, yes, in that regard, he takes after you." Pausing, he added, "With so many refugees moving here this time, there will be people to cultivate the wasteland, and Xiliang will only get better and better."
When resting at night, Xiao Yeyang thought of something and said to Daohua: "Next April is the imperial uncle’s sixtieth birthday, and we should return to Beijing to celebrate it."
Upon hearing this, Daohua suddenly sat up: "Really?!"
Seeing Daohua’s surprised and delighted expression, Xiao Yeyang laughed, gently pulled her back down, and made her lie down again: "Of course it’s true. How many years have we been in Xiliang?"
Daohua: "Ten years."
Xiao Yeyang’s expression grew somewhat wistful: "It’s been that long, huh? It’s about time we went back for a visit."
Thinking that they would return to Beijing after the New Year made Daohua so excited she could hardly sleep; although there had been exchanges of holiday gifts over the years, she still missed her grandmother and mother whom she hadn’t seen in person.
Seeing her tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Xiao Yeyang had no choice but to wrap his arms around her: "After the New Year, I’ll delegate my duties early and aim to start our journey back to Beijing in February."
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The New Year’s Eve arrived in a flash.
Knowing that they could return to Beijing after the New Year, Daohua was in an exceptionally good mood, which made this year’s festival at the Prince Residence extraordinarily joyous.
The twins were now speaking and moving about briskly, chasing after Daozi around the residence, their laughter filling the air.
After the Lantern Festival, Daozi noticed his mother packing and asked with some confusion: "Mother, why are you packing? Father didn’t say we were going on a long trip, did he?"
Daohua’s face was lit with clear joy: "This time, it’s not your father who is going on a long trip, but our whole family."
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