The two children left the house one after another, leaving Yang Ruoqing and Tuoba Xian's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law alone.

Yang Ruoqing saw Tuoba Xian standing by the window. The night wind in early winter was very cold. She was afraid of the cold, so the windows of the house were usually closed.

But this moment was good, my mother-in-law actually opened the window, leaning against it and looking up at the cold moonlight in the night sky outside.

"The moon tonight is so big and round! It reminds me of a night like this many years ago, when he and I sat on the roof and watched the moonlight..."

Hearing her mother-in-law's murmur, Yang Ruoqing's heart skipped a beat.

The 'him' in the mother-in-law's mouth could not be anyone other than Tang Yazi's biological father.

Could it be that this comb...

Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything, but turned around and went to the bed. She took a cloak and came behind Tuoba Xian, and gently put it on her shoulders.

"Mom, Feng Liang, how about we go back to the table to talk?" she asked cautiously.

Tuoba Xian shook her head gently. She glanced sideways at Yang Ruoqing and said, "Tonight, I suddenly want to see the moon and blow the cold wind. I won't catch a cold. You don't have to worry about me."

After saying that, she turned around and looked up at the moonlight, lost in thought.

Yang Ruoqing stood quietly by the side, accompanying him.

From her perspective, the mother-in-law she saw was a little different from usual.

Tonight, my mother-in-law's face is full of sadness, as if time has gone back to her youth...

"The car is far away, the horse is flying, you are traveling from east to west, from east to west, and you are flying hard to chase the west wind."

"May I be like the star king like the moon, with bright and clear light every night. The moon is temporarily dark, but the stars are always bright. I will stay bright until the moon returns, and we will shine together."

The mother-in-law murmured something like reciting a poem.

Please forgive me for Yang Ruoqing's low attainment in literature and her inability to understand the profound things contained in those convoluted ancient poems. However, she has a good ear and a good memory, so she heard two sentences clearly.

"May I be like a star and a king like the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night."

Aren't these two sentences the same two sentences engraved on the handle of the sandalwood comb?

Was the mother-in-law touched by these two sentences? Are these two sentences so magical?

"Qing'er, you must be curious right now, why did I have such an abnormal reaction when I saw this comb tonight?"

Tuoba Xian's voice faintly reached Yang Ruoqing's ears.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and looked up at her mother-in-law in front of her, "Mom, my wife has questions in her heart, and she doesn't know whether to ask them or not."

Don't ask, I'm a little worried seeing my mother-in-law in this state.

Ask, but I'm afraid it will touch the sadness in my mother-in-law's heart.

Because when Tangyazi was at home, he never mentioned anything about his biological father.

Even if he mentioned it sometimes, it would always be with an angry look on his face, because he always felt that his father was not a real man, irresponsible, and had abandoned his wife and children for so many years without any news.

It delayed his mother's life, and also made him fatherless and motherless since he was a child, and he was ridiculed by others.

Therefore, whenever Luo Fengtang is at home, the topic of his father is never mentioned.

"You can ask whatever you want to ask. Feng Tang is not at home. It's just the two of us. There is no taboo." Tuoba Xian said softly.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, feeling that her mother-in-law was in urgent need of a listener now.

This is the difference between men and women.

When a man is unhappy, he will call a group of buddies out to drink and get drunk.

And when a woman is interested, she will call a best friend, find a quiet place, order a cup of milk tea, and talk over and over again all day long...

"Mom, if I guessed correctly, the poem you just read should have something to do with my father-in-law, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Tuoba Xian nodded lightly, "Yes, we were young at that time. The man was unmarried and the woman was unmarried. You were interested in having a concubine. It was really like the bright moon and the cold stars in the sky, leaning on each other and attracting each other."

"Mom, that comb..." Yang Ruoqing paused, "That comb, did the words on the comb remind you of the past?"

"Or maybe you suspect that the person who gave you the comb is an old friend?" she asked tentatively.

Tuoba Xian glanced sideways at Yang Ruoqing: "Feng Tang's father must be really alive, otherwise, this comb would not be in my hands today."

"Mom, why are you so sure? Is there any agreement between you two?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Tuoba Xian returned to the table, reopened the brocade box, took the comb in her hand and stroked it carefully.

"Back then, when we were deeply in love, he also drew my eyebrows and did my makeup." She murmured, her eyes were gentle, and there was a blush on her face that only a young girl in love could have.

"His status is so noble. He is the Jade-faced Prince of Daqi, but he has an iron fist."

"Among the princes, he is the most capable of sitting on the 95-year-old throne, and the support from both the government and the public for his ascension to the throne is also the highest."

"Not only in Da Qi and Liao, but also in other surrounding small countries, there are countless noble women who want to marry him and become his princess."

"He is always cold and indifferent to women. Although he is known as the Jade-faced Prince, his jade is actually a cold piece of jade."

"But there is just such a person, but he is the only one who likes me. We travel together and enjoy the flowers and the moon together."

"He does my makeup and eyebrows, and I cook and wine for him. We have made an appointment to see the flowers and fruits of spring and autumn together. We will be like the sun, moon and stars, and never leave."

"That time, he was called by his motherland and was about to go on an expedition. That day, he dressed me up. Now that I think about it carefully, it was the last time he dressed me up in this life."

"A broken comb is not a good sign. Seeing that I looked lonely, he comforted me and promised that when he returned triumphant from the battlefield, he would carve a comb for me with his own hands."

"Carve the sun, moon and stars on it, just like me and him..."

Having said this, Tuoba Xian held the comb in both hands and put it gently to her face.

It seemed that what was pressed against his cheek was not a comb, but that person's warm hand.

"But that time, he broke the appointment, right?" Yang Ruoqing, who was getting excited, couldn't help but ask.

Tuoba Xian raised her head and nodded lightly.

"He never came back. Since then, he has completely withdrawn from my life for nearly thirty years..." she sighed softly.

Thirty years?

Yang Ruoqing's brows knitted together.

No wonder Tang Yazi resented his father. How many thirty years are there in a person's life?

Time is for keeping together, not for wasting.

"At that time, I was already pregnant with Liujia, and I counted his return date on my fingers every day." Tuoba Xian continued.

"The world at that time was in chaos, the previous peace was broken, and wars were raging everywhere."

"I also received secret orders from my father, each one more urgent than the other, urging me to return to Daliao as soon as possible."

"In order to wait for him, I kept delaying and delaying, just thinking about giving birth to the child, because I am the eldest princess of Daliao. How can I go back with a big belly?"
Chapter completed!