The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 568: The Finale

Even though all of them were princes, the Mo Family refused to show any favoritism toward them.

The Mo Family's children possessed exactly what other Mo Family children had, and lacked precisely what they lacked too, firmly upholding equality for all.

In the following days, Mo Jiuye along with He Zhiran kept expanding the businesses and daily life improvements across their lands.

Ten years afterward—

Within the training grounds of the King of Defending the West's Mansion.

Viewing platforms encircled the area, topped with elegant silk canopies to block the sun.

Mo Qing and Old Lady Mo occupied the prime seats in the center, their locks turned snowy white yet radiating robust energy and vitality.

Minister Hao and his spouse sat to their left, while Nan Rui and Consort De took positions on their right.

Seated in rows beneath them were the remaining eight Mo Family brothers excluding Mo Jiuye, accompanied by their respective wives.

Right now, all eyes fixed eagerly on the training grounds.

Mo Family's younger members, boys and girls alike, stood aligned by birth order, the four princes among them.

Mo Jiuye, clasping He Zhiran's hand, strolled leisurely before the youngsters, before he bellowed out.

"The challenge begins."

His words barely faded when a figure leaped straight into the arena.

"Ninth Uncle, let me go first."

From the viewing stands, Mo Chuhan rubbed his brow while telling his nearby wife, "This kid takes after me, just as bold and courageous."

"What's good about taking after you? Look at Ninth Brother's Zhu, he's been outstanding in both literary and martial arts since he was young, never showing off this kind of brash courage," Eighth Sister-in-law replied in exasperation.

"The old saying goes, 'Dragons beget dragons, and phoenixes beget phoenixes; a rat's child will dig holes.' It would be strange if my child Mo Chuhan was good at studying."

As Eighth Brother bantered with his wife over their oldest boy, another youth had bounded into the arena.

"Sixth Uncle of the Mo Family, Nan Shuhao, the untalented one, would like to spar with you."

He was Nan Yu's firstborn son. Upon arriving at the Mo Family initially, he carried an air of haughtiness and superiority, deeming everything beneath him. But after a decade, the Mo children's hardworking spirit and deep sense of brotherhood transformed him utterly.

These days, the bond among the four princes ran as thick as that of siblings from the same womb.

Beyond that, the siblings unanimously viewed Nan Shuhao as the sharpest, believing the Crown Prince role suited him perfectly as the big brother, with the rest merely supporting him.

On this day, Mo Jiuye organized the arena contest to bid farewell to the princes.

Not long prior, Nan Yu learned of the Great Shun Dynasty's era of peace and abundance; he'd occupied the throne sufficiently. Thus, he summoned his sons home for a visit, planning to abdicate sooner and join the northwest for the Mo Family's enviable ease and comfort.

Though the contestants were merely adolescent youths, their prowess fused the finest traits from the nine Mo brothers, rendering every one—boy or girl—truly exceptional.

Martial arts clashes filled the training grounds that morning, with a poetry and literature meet scheduled for the back garden later in the afternoon.

The outcomes mirrored past events: Zhu claimed victory in the martial contest, reigning as Crown Prince of the King of Defending the West's Mansion.

Ming Zhu shone brightest in the literary event. This girl had displayed keen wits from childhood, mastering lessons with ease.

Ming Zhu didn't just excel in scholarly pursuits; she mastered every refined skill, from music and chess to calligraphy and painting.

The family juniors revered this twin pair above all others.

Moreover, brother and sister had gleaned their parents' finest traits, the boy strikingly handsome, the girl breathtakingly lovely.

From early on, these two had joined their parents on outings through the domain, familiar faces to countless locals.

Northwestern folks who glimpsed the duo showered endless praise, calling them beauties straight from a scroll.

Even certain superstitious expectant mothers sought extra sights of the little prince and princess, wishing their own babes would inherit such allure...

The Mo Family boasted a thriving brood of grandchildren, numbering some forty to fifty, toddlers among them just mastering their steps.

Mo Jiuye honored his vow and refused to let his wife endure suffering once more, so despite He Zhiran's wish for more kids, he wouldn't consent.

Consequently, now in their thirties, the couple possessed only this single son and daughter.

Luckily, the brothers and sisters-in-law held a different opinion, insisting that if one could bear children, the more the merrier.

Thus, the Mo Family's numbers swelled swiftly.

The young ones displayed deep filial piety from childhood, and right after the contest, they hurried to Mo Qing and Old Lady Mo, clutching the prizes they'd earned.

All the children eagerly offered the rewards they'd strived so hard for to their grandparents.

Heartwarming moments like these happened frequently in the Mo Family, yet the two elders never wearied of commending their grandchildren's devotion...

From a spot in the distant corridor, Mo Jiuye grasped He Zhiran's hand as the pair gazed upon the touching scene unfolding nearby.

"Ran Ran, thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for coming, for giving me all this beauty."

"As I've said before, we are family, there's no need to be polite with me."

"Of course, you are the benefactor of the Mo Family, and the love of my life, Mo Jiuye."

True enough, across all these years, Mo Jiuye's devotion to He Zhiran stayed utterly unchanged.

In private moments, they remained as loving as newlyweds, their bond sweet as honey.

Wrapping his arm around He Zhiran's waist, the pair silently observed the younger generation in the garden.

"Ran Ran, Zhu has grown up, and this child's nature is steadier than his father's, with wisdom exceeding even mine..."

"What are you going to do?" He Zhiran appeared to sense his thoughts and cut in to question.

"I... I think I've been the King of Defending the West long enough, over a decade now."

"Zhu is still so young, can you bear to leave?"

"I was leading troops into battle when I was sixteen."

"What kind of father does that?"

"Ran Ran, I want to travel around with you while I'm still young."

"Uh... you want to roam the world?"

This can be done...

The end!