A palpable tension hung heavy in the air of Fuxi Palace as the news of the twins' disappearance reverberated through its halls. The entire staff, from the highest-ranking guards to the lowliest servants, buzzed with worry and anticipation, mirroring the anxieties of the family within.
It was not until Zhang Fengxi arrived with his two sons tightly clutched in his arms, that the tension finally gave way to a wave of relief.
Lady Song, the grandmother of the twins, was in a state of utter despair. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her grandsons tightly, her voice choked with sobs. "Mingrui, Junjie, why are you two so naughty? You are going to be the last two nails in my coffin!"
The twins, overwhelmed by their grandmother's grief and the stern faces surrounding them, offered their apologies in muffled voices, their small hands clutching their grandmother's robe.
"Grandma, I am sowwy..."
"Grandma, don't cry..."
