The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 562: Do you still know Daddy

Minister Hao along with his wife learned of Mo Jiuye's return, yet their sharp insight told them that the son-in-law hadn't reunited with his wife and kids in ages. They purposely found reasons to occupy themselves away, ensuring they wouldn't interrupt his heartfelt family gathering by requiring formal greetings.

He Zhiran caught wind that her husband Mo Jiuye was back too, though she remained by herself right then, with her pair of children now scampering about. Unable to leave them without supervision, despite her burning desire to rush to him, she had no choice but to stay put and wait.

Footsteps sounded just beyond the door, prompting He Zhiran to fling it open at once.

Spotting the cherished wife he'd yearned for endlessly, Mo Jiuye couldn't hold back and surged ahead to pull her into his arms.

Though Mo Jiuye's frame felt freezing to the touch, He Zhiran paid it no heed. She wrapped her arms snugly around his waist in return, and the pair clung tightly for what seemed an eternity. Only the baby Mingzhu's string of gurgles and coos from the bed forced them apart with reluctance.

Grasping He Zhiran's hand, Mo Jiuye led her over to the bed. Beholding their precious little ones, now chubbier and larger, his face lit up with pure joy.

Meanwhile, the two infants fixed their wide gazes right on him.

"Mingzhu, Zhu, do you still recognize Daddy?"

Mo Jiuye fidgeted with anxious hand-rubbing, itching to scoop up the pair yet fearing his chilled body might bother them.

Thus, Mo Jiuye found himself caught in a tough spot.

He Zhiran darted ahead swiftly to remove his cloak.

Mo Jiuye shed his armor.

The two tiny babies stayed calm without fussing or wailing, merely observing their parents' tender exchange.

Zhu in particular gazed at his father with evident awe.

He Zhiran, intimately acquainted with the children's natures after so much time together, didn't miss this at all.

Zhu had come into the world with strikingly vivid eyes. Though he seldom cried or fussed unlike his sister, He Zhiran read his feelings through those eyes.

Yet today's admiring gleam in Zhu's eyes struck her as entirely new.

She ventured, "Does Zhu think Daddy looks very heroic?"

"Ah ah ah ah..." Zhu babbled a chain of infant noises incomprehensible to strangers, then flashed a wide grin, baring his pair of brand-new tiny teeth, utterly heart-meltingly cute.

Such conduct from Zhu was utterly without precedent.

This little one had shown maturity from the start, hardly ever betraying emotions on his face.

But today he not only babbled back at his mother's words but grinned broadly too.

He Zhiran scooped up Zhu right away and planted a kiss on him.

"My clever Zhu knows Daddy's a mighty hero, right?"

Zhu kept beaming, glancing first at the mother cradling him, then his father, before inevitably stretching both chubby arms toward Mo Jiuye.

Mo Jiuye brimmed with profound thankfulness.

He hadn't imagined his son holding him in such high regard. Despite months apart, the boy showed no strangeness toward him—in fact, outright admiration.

With this magnificent welcome from his son, Mo Jiuye meant to savor it fully. Armor discarded and body warmed enough not to chill the child, he gently lifted Zhu from He Zhiran's hold.

Hardly had he settled Zhu than Mingzhu on the bed pursed her lips and burst into tears.

She didn't just wail—her big watery eyes stayed locked on Mo Jiuye, brimming with heartbreaking pathos.

He Zhiran recognized this pattern perfectly.

She hurried over to lift Mingzhu and soothe her.

"No tears, Mingzhu. Daddy adores you too. He'll cuddle you right after your brother."

Mo Jiuye's heart ached seeing his darling daughter sob so miserably.

Still, parting with his son proved impossible. Ultimately, he balanced Zhu in one arm while extending the other for Mingzhu.

Mingzhu's tears stemmed purely from sibling envy—Daddy hadn't scooped her first upon returning, leaving the infant feeling slighted.

Secure in Daddy's embrace, Mingzhu's cries ceased at once, though her damp eyes still silently accused Mo Jiuye of favoritism moments ago.

Clutching his long-awaited son and daughter close, Mo Jiuye overflowed with utter contentment.

These were Mo Jiuye's offspring—wondrously bright and perceptive even at this tender age.

...

Three days following Mo Jiuye and his brothers' homecoming from the Western Territory, the Fifth Brother and his group returned from the Southern Territory battlefield as well.

With the Mo family men joining the fray this time, the Da Shun Dynasty's military expedition achieved resounding success, suffering scarcely any significant losses in the ranks.

Above all, this conflict permanently subdued the two minor barbarian realms that had plagued Da Shun for years on end.

Henceforth, under Nan Yu's guidance, Da Shun's populace could focus on thriving economically, free from the dread of foreign incursions.

With the southwest now pacified and true to his word, Nan Yu permitted the Mo family men to cease border patrols and head back to the northwest to resume their own existences.

In the meantime, He Zhiran labored relentlessly to broaden their business ventures.

By now, the Mo family's rabbit farming had ballooned to impressive proportions. Beyond their own herds, they spurred Xi Ling Village folks to raise rabbits too.

Locals bought rabbit younglings from the Mo family, who in turn shared expert rearing methods. Once grown, the Mo family bought the mature rabbits back.

As chill winds ushered in winter, marten fur garments surged in demand across this age's society.

He Zhiran set up a garment workshop in Xi Ling Village, employing nearby women for sewing tasks, paid by the piece.

Ever lavish, she offered top wages. Today, these women pocketed more silver from marten fur coats than their households saw yearly.

Thanks to He Zhiran's past-life dyeing secrets paired with her stylish designs, Tang Mingrui hawked the coats for sky-high sums.

Earning their keep empowered these women, elevating their standing at home. Countless once-oppressed daughters-in-law now strutted with newfound swagger.

Launching the garment factory first stemmed largely from He Zhiran's aims.

After extended stays in Xi Ling Village, she noted women's abjectly low status, with hordes enduring torment from marital kin.

In son-obsessed clans especially, bearing a boy spared a wife grief, but daughters meant infernal torment.

Sympathizing deeply as a fellow woman, she couldn't intrude on private homes. Thus, economic uplift offered the ultimate fix.

What's more, the full Northwest Territory—even Barbarian lands—now fell under Mo Jiuye's domain, rendering it all their dominion.

He Zhiran's pitch for Mo Jiuye's nobility and land grant aimed to forge a visionary paradise.

True utopia demanded more than facades; it required shattering outdated views, easing folks into superior living standards.

Aware of the Queen Consort's tireless toil, and loath to suffer as family doormats, the women toiled with fiercer zeal.