He and his son were 18

  The relay station at the west gate of Huaxi City, with a beautiful and secluded courtyard in the backyard, can only accommodate people with high status from various countries, such as royalty.

  Li Dongyun reined in the little white horse in front of the side gate, Qinghu led a group of people out from inside the door, and Yifeng helped his own young master down from the horse. Qinghu stepped forward, bowed deeply to Li Dongyun, and said: "Master Wan has been waiting for Young Master for a long time inside."

  "Uh-huh, I see," he said, raising both hands to help Yan Yifeng remove the dull gray cloak.

  Yi Feng put away his cloak and stood aside, while Qing Hu personally knelt down to tidy up Li Dongyuan's robes.

  The hem of his robe had some dust on it, Qing Hu lightly flicked his fingers to brush it off carefully. He then looked up and saw a hint of an unusual expression on Li Dongyuan's flawless face, so he threw a questioning glance at Yi Feng.

  Yi Feng shook his head, indicating he didn't understand.

  Li Dongyuan walked forward after adjusting his clothes and hat, followed by a group of people, like the stars surrounding the moon.

  Through the winding corridor, I arrived at a delicate quadrangle courtyard. Although it's not large due to being located within the station, everything is well-equipped inside, with artificial hills and gardens, beautiful trees and lush greenery, a clear stream flowing into the stone creek below the pavilion.

  Standing in front of the window, facing the cool pavilion, gently swaying the folding fan, the cloud dust scene suddenly lit up: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu."

  A small white egret, like a shadow, followed Li Dongyuan's head. Upon hearing the sound, it spread its wings and flapped them twice, flying over the cloudy scenery in front of it. After entering the house, upon seeing another person inside, it seemed to be startled and flew out again, landing on Yi Feng's shoulder. The bird buried its head into its feathers: Afraid, afraid.

  Grandfather Wan is in a bad mood today. Yi Feng sighed inwardly and was worried about the young master going to see Grandfather Wan at this time.

  Qing Hu pushed open the door, and Li Dongyin stepped across the threshold. He faced the white figure in the room and knelt down to pay his respects: "Your Majesty, Patriarch of the Cloud Sect."

  "Hey." Yundian Jing took a step forward, snatched the arrow and helped up the small figure that had fallen to its knees. "Xiao Yu, get up quickly. This isn't the imperial palace, we three are traveling incognito. He is your father, I am your Uncle Yun, nothing else matters."

  The little face lifted up, facing the cloudy scenery and the warm smile like the wind, deeply buried his head again.

  Yun Chenjing led him to the side chair and sat down, calling Qing Hu to bring over the precious medicinal materials bought from the pharmacy and piled them up on the table: "Xiao Yu, these were all chosen by your father. Yun Shu was just accompanying your father to the pharmacy to pick some out for you. Knowing that you're looking for some rare medicinal materials, your father and Yun Shu happened to be passing by and helped buy them for you. Take a look and see if you like them?"

  "I like it." The calm and serene eyes scanned the table lightly, without any ripples.

  "Xiao Yu." The fan handle tapped against his thigh, and Yunchen Jing's expression turned into a mixture of laughter and tears. "Do you know how old you are this year?"

  "I'm seven years old."

  "I think you're not seven years old, but seventy, older than your dad."

  Li Dongyun looked at the white robe standing in front of the ancient bookshelf, holding an ancient book, like a cloud in the mortal world, so close yet so far away.

  When he heard the person who was making a racket stop, Wan Ye finally turned around and spoke to his son. Those warm, calm eyes, like cool jade, fell on his son's small face.

  Li Dongyun hastily retreated half a step and lowered his eyes.

  Grandfather's eyes are clear and cold, no need to force anyone, they have a natural sternness.

  Li Dongyin's little heart is beating ba la ba la like a rabbit.

  "Where did you go today?" Wen Yu's voice still carried his father's dignity.

  "Went to the downtown area to have some fun, bought some food for Little White Egret." Li Dongyu was extremely cautious with every word, afraid of being detected by his father.

  "Why don't you look up and talk to me?" Wan Ye gently closed the book. "What your Uncle Yun said is right, I'm out now, I'm just your dad."

  Biting her lower lip.

  The nearby cloud dust scene saw, the elegant eyebrow slightly raised: "Xiao Yu?"

  She clenched her small hands into fists and hid them in her sleeves, lifted up her small face, and faced the two elders with a calm expression: "Today, I brought Xiaobai to the bustling city and saw many strange and interesting little things."

  "Didn't you buy any?"

  "No. Xiaobai and I don't like toys either." As she spoke, Xiao Xiu's face slightly lowered, revealing a hint of childish shyness.

  Yun Chenjing nodded and muttered "hmm hmm" under her breath, thinking that this was what a kid should be like.

  A figure pushed open the door, and Yi Feng walked in, saying: "The Xiangxu Yuye Tang that was arranged for the young master is ready. Should it be served in the young master's room?"

  "Look at him, all sweaty, he must be exhausted from playing." Yundeng Jing pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped away the fine sweat on Lidong Yun's forehead. He said to Yifeng, "Bring the soup to Young Master's room and help Young Master change into new clothes, lest he catch a chill."

  "Ah." Yifeng responded, taking the fine silk handkerchief from Yun Chenjing's hand and following Li Dongyuan out.

  Yun Chen Jing rolled up her sleeves and picked up a fan to fan herself, scolding Wan Ye: "Look at you, you've scared the child."

  "Did I scare him?" Wan Ye's gaze fell back onto the book, then lifted up to look at his eyes, asking somewhat absent-mindedly.

  "Is it normal for kids to be like Xiao Yu?"

  "Is it normal?"

  "Yes, the one with a covered face we met in the mountain last time—"

  Wan Ye's slightly narrowed eyes seemed to flash with the same demonic glint as Huamu Rong's eyes.

  "Speaking of which, that child's eyes are like small jade."

  Yun Chenjing's words were like an unintentional revelation, causing Wan Ye to calmly shift his gaze back to the book: "You're saying that because of that child, I let them off, mother and son, is that right?"

  Zhi Shan covered his mouth with a paper fan, Yun Chen Jing slightly shook her head, as if strongly denying: I didn't say that.

  "If the mother and son really hurt someone and committed a heinous crime, they would have to be caught and brought to justice. But since you've already sent Qinghu to investigate their whereabouts, I don't need to say more."

  Her two eyebrows flew up, and she secretly glanced at Wan Ye's cold and dust-free side profile. The corner of her lips curled up, as if revealing a hint of playfulness.

  Wan Ye seemed to have made a decision and let Qing Hu enter from the doorway, instructing him: "Notify everyone, we set off tonight to return to our country."

  In the western wing room, Yifeng held a bowl and blew on the hot air at the mouth of the bowl. He walked over to Li Dongyue who was sitting by the window: "Young master, be careful not to burn your tongue."

  Li Dongyun gazed out of the window at the blue sky and white clouds, seemingly not having heard him speak, with a distracted expression, as if his soul was not in his body.

  The faint melancholy on Xiao Yan's beautiful face made Yi Feng feel a subtle heartache.

  Only Lei Dongyuan's gentle voice asked: "Yifeng, what would your mother be like if she were still alive?"

  "The young master's mother, Her Majesty the Empress Dowager, I am ashamed, I have never seen her." Yifeng said.

  A figure flashed out of the master bedroom where Wan Ye was and rushed towards them.

  Xiao Yan's face slightly sank, and she jumped down from the window. She hooked her little finger at Yi Feng to lower his head, and whispered: "I want to see that kid, help me trick him into coming out to meet me."