Nian Bing's heart filled with joy. He was just about to respond when a warm and harmonious voice interjected, "I understand. In-laws, please don't blame Nian Bing. Since childhood, his mother and I haven't been able to provide him with much care. Rest assured, once the war is over, his mother and I will personally visit to propose a marriage to show our respect for your family." Rong Tian approached from a distance. With his spiritual power, overhearing their conversation was no challenge. The two handsome middle-aged men exchanged glances and couldn't help but nod with understanding. Though the Huarong Empire and the Oulan Empire had fought many wars before, when it came to matters of their children, these two men, of a similar age, seemed to forget the nations they represented.
Lan Yu smiled and said, "Brother Rong, you don't mind that I just called your son out to scold him, do you?"
