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Kapitel 321

"Saying 'yes' is cute, saying 'no' is not cute."

"I just don't want to."

I looked at my daughter, who was being held high in my arms, with the whites of my eyes.

She looked at me fearlessly.

"Qianqing! Throw her down!"

"Ah! No, Father, no!"

"Throw it! We're not done until you throw it!"

Qianqian cried out, and Qianqing smiled ingratiatingly at me: "Ziyi..."

I sighed and muttered to myself, "If only my fourth brother were here, he would do it even if I asked him to throw the test tube."

"But if you ask him to throw Qianqian, he'll consider it."

"Qianqing! How dare you talk back!"

[Beauty's Smile: Chapter 128]

"Mother is bad, Mother is mean to Father."

Qianqian pouted, a few tiny flames of heat rising from her lips, and that expression looked exactly like she'd copied it from me.

"What do you know? Men don't love women who aren't a little bad."

"ah?"

"Huh?"

The two little ones looked at me inquisitively.

Qianqing quickly took his innocent little baby away: "Eat something."

coward.

...

"May Your Highness, Consort He, be well."

I looked up from among the flowers and was dazzled by the beautiful woman who suddenly appeared before me: "It's you?"

She looked at me with a puzzled expression, then joked, "Sister Hefei is so forgetful. I haven't been to you for over a month, and you've already forgotten about me."

She was even more beautiful than before; all the flowers in the pond couldn't compare to her faint smile: "Sister Chongyuan."

"My sister finally remembered me."

I remember you even more vividly on the streets of the capital—your beauty captivated me. Su Chu Ren—you are different now.

"Where is the Chu woman going?"

"I'm going to see the Crown Princess. This morning, a servant reported that she is ill. I'm going to check on her."

"Oh, hurry up and go." Lest you be late and die quietly.

"Farewell, sister."

She bowed slowly, and I felt a pang of insecurity. This place was really not a good place; so many beautiful women came out, making me feel inferior. It was too discouraging! It was best to leave as soon as possible.

"Hmm." I plunged back into the sea of flowers to study the rare variety that, according to legend, only blooms once every five years.

How much is one pot of silver?

"Ziyi." A male voice rang out, as indifferent as if they hadn't been apart for a long time, but had only signed the divorce papers yesterday.

"This is the imperial harem." Don't be so lawless.

"I've come to see Sikong Chun."

"Her bedroom is not here."

"Ziyi, can you give me another chance?"

I didn't hear any pleading in your voice, so I'll say this:

"I don't have the time."

"For Ao Ao and Qian Qian's sake."

For the sake of the sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks.

"They don't like you or me, so there's no point in looking at them."

Sikong stood silently, gazing at Yongchun—a vast expanse of sky and water. "I'm thinking of a way."

I rubbed my shoulders, picked up the watering can next to me, and watered the plants: "Don't think about it anymore. Wouldn't it be better to let nature take its course? If you two don't have a father-son bond, consider yourself lucky." Why be burdened by your children?

"I have a way." Sikong's tone was definitive, and he spoke effortlessly.

"Whatever." If I take care of it for five years, will it bloom? Ridiculous, can I even take care of it for five years? Sigh! In another five years, I'll be completely old and it'll be time to retire from the stage of history! I'd better take advantage of this good time and go for a stroll.

"Ao Ao's academic performance is not very good."

"It's alright, even if he gets zero on the test, his dad still thinks he's the best in the world." In Qianqing's eyes, Ao Ao being able to count one, two, three is equivalent to developing a spaceship.