Especially since Zhao Jing had been promoted to the third-rank, the number of visitors had increased, and his aura had grown stronger. Mrs. Zhao felt intimidated by her own son, seemingly afraid to even speak to him.
Chen Wanqing linked arms with her mother-in-law and said, "We should go back. We were supposed to return to pay respects to our ancestors after the autumn examinations, but one thing after another delayed us, and we still haven't made it back to our hometown. Chaoyang is already so big, yet he still hasn't been entered into the family genealogy. Jing, since you have some free time right now, why don't we make the trip?"
Mrs. Zhao's eyes lit up. She looked at her son with longing. "Can we? With your health, can you withstand the exhaustion of such a long journey?"
