An official who had been on a diplomatic mission for four years was in no rush to take up his post upon returning to the capital, having half a month of rest and leave.
Zhulan made sure Chang Yi was well before taking him to the temple. This year, she had visited the temple three times, each time for Chang Yi's sake. Now that Chang Yi was safely back, she needed to fulfill her vows.
Accompanied by his mother, Chang Yi got off the horse-drawn carriage. Looking at the tall steps leading up to the temple, he felt a deep discomfort in his heart. His mother seldom came to the temple, but she had come three times for him. Supporting his mother up the steps, he said, "Mother, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Zhulan didn't look up, focusing only on her footing, and responded, "As long as you can return safely, I'm willing to worry more on your behalf."
Hearing this, Chang Yi's heart choked with emotion. "Mother, your son will not be in danger again."
Zhulan's smile deepened a bit. "Mm."
