Gu Ying didn't care about her own father anymore and immediately walked away.
Gu Boqing pitifully twitched his nose. "Why don't you want your dad anymore now that you have a grandson?"
Everyone knew the dainty young master born in the Zhenguo Duke Manor couldn't bear to be apart from his mom. As long as Gu Ying wasn't by Little Zhao Yan's side, the little guy would cry his eyes out, bawling until his face turned red and his neck bulged. Whoever saw it would feel distressed.
Ever since Gu Ying returned to Bianjing, she had been taking care of the little one personally, never leaving the tasks to anyone else other than breastfeeding.
Zhao Changdu sneered in satisfaction. He respectfully held a fist towards Gu Boqing, "Father-in-law, I'm truly sorry. It's getting late, and my wife and I want to spend more intimate time together. She's not feeling well and I, your son-in-law, will go ahead first to warm up the bed for her."
As he watched Zhao Changdu's leisurely disappearing back, Gu Boqing was so angry that his teeth itched.
Provocation! Blatant provocation!
How could his carefully raised little cabbage be ravaged by a pig like this!
That Zhao fox! Give my daughter back!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. He immediately ordered, "Come, pack up my stuff. This general is going to stay overnight at their Zhenguo Duke Manor tonight!"
However, when he arrived at the manor, he didn't see his daughter or grandson. Instead, the old Duke and Zhao's father pulled him away to play chess, drink wine, and appreciate the snow.
The night wind was cold and heavy snow fluttered about. Bianjing was still continuously snowing this winter.
Many things had happened in Bianjing recently, but it became peaceful again after Gu Ying returned.
The repairs on Changfeng Pavilion were almost complete.
Zhao Changdu and Gu Ying had moved back to their original residence early on to make it convenient to take care of the child. They opened up the east wing specifically for Little Zhao Yan to live in.
With not many people living on the premises, only Lingxi Pavilion and Changfeng Pavilion were lively places in the large Zhenguo Duke Manor.
The old Duke returned home and everyone gathered happily for a few times, but they still could not get too close with each other afterwards.
The yards where the aunties resided were relatively remote. Only one, Zhao Changling had a sick mother who was chronically bedridden. Knowing that she didn't have long to live, she pleaded with Mrs. Lin to take Zhao Changling under her care.
Zhao Changling was almost at the age to be engaged. With her mother unable to make decisions, Mrs. Lin accepted her to raise at Lingxi Pavilion.
After Mrs. Lin chatted with Gu Ying for a while, Zhao Changling carefully approached the little milk ball, secretly playing with him for a bit. Seeing Mrs. Lin about to leave, she reluctantly blinked her eyes and secretly gave a small gold bracelet to Yin Lan.
The little maid had a face like coated powder, tender and delicate. She gently batted her long eyelashes. "This is for my brother."
Yin Lan laughed. "He's not your brother. You're actually his aunt."
Zhao Changling tilted her head in confusion. Seeing Mrs. Lin and Gu Ying about to end their conversation, she blushed and no longer argued. She stuffed the small bracelet into Little Zhao Yan’s hand and said "I’ll come see my brother again tomorrow" before running away without looking back.
Gu Ying smiled gently as she sent Mrs. Lin off before turning back.
Zhao Changdu was lazily leaning on a short table reading a book, occasionally raising his eyes to glance at the movement in the east wing.
Ever since the addition of the little one, the room had always been very lively.
Aside from the maids taking care of the child, two wet nurses and three old grannies who could care for the baby were added.
The sky was getting dark and quality beech charcoal for heating was burning in the room. Yin Lan and maids Yanzhi and Hai Tang were surrounding their young madam near the bed playing with the kid.
The little maids loved children the most. Cherishing how hard it was to conceive, they spoiled Little Zhao Yan even more.
The less than three month old little guy slept with his mom every night.
If there was even a little wind blowing outside in the middle of the night, Gu Ying would always be the first to wake up.
Zhao Changdu was already dissatisfied that they hadn’t paid attention to him after abstaining for so long. In the eyes and heart of the little lady, there was only the little thing.
Seeing that the women in the east wing still didn’t notice him, the man knitted his sword-like brows and quietly released some cold air towards the east wing.
Unfortunately, Gu Ying's mind and heart were completely devoted to the little milk ball. Her black eyes were bent as she kissed, hugged, touched, and pinched her baby's chubby cheeks. She basically didn't see the large swaths of gloom on the handsome face of the displeased man.
Zhao Changdu ground his teeth, threw down his book, and walked towards the east wing. The little lady was wearing a short purple fur-trimmed coat today with a pleated skirt embroidered with golden chrysanthemums underneath. The well-tailored gown showed off her willowy waist and devilish charm.
After giving birth, the young lady’s figure had become even more impressive.
The man’s gaze naturally fell on her protruding softness. His eyes unconsciously darkened.
He wrapped his arms around the girl's lethally slender waist and said to Yin Lan, "Yin Lan, you take Yan'er to sleep tonight.”
Yin Lan immediately understood. Her face reddened as she hurriedly carried the little prince away, pulling Yanzhi and Hai Tang along with her.
Gu Ying smiled helplessly still wanting to catch up to hug her child a little longer.
The room door closed and scorching heat blasted from behind her neck.
The man stood behind her, hugging her from behind. Lowering his head, he wickedly breathed into her ear, "It's not like you'll never see him again. Why spoil him so much? Boys cannot be raised so delicately."
He entwined her waist and his big hands skillfully slid into her clothes.
His hoarse, low voice was like he was drunk, provoking an itchiness in people's hearts.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Changdu freed up his other hand to pinch the girl's pointed chin, leaning in to gently nip at her soft lips. "Why aren't you talking, Ying?”
Gu Ying couldn't endure the teasing. She bit her moist red lower lip and twisted her body to face him with feigned indignance, obediently hooking her arms around his neck, taking the initiative to convey her consent.
"Yan’er can’t bear to be apart from me. He'll cry. Then he won't be able to sleep well at night."
"If you don't dote on me, I won't be able to sleep well at night either."
Gu Ying innocently looked up at him with her pitch black eyes. "But you're an adult."
Zhao Changdu lowered his eyes to look at the girl's reddened cheeks. His slender fingers tucked the stray strands by her temples behind her ears. His scorching eyes continuously wandered over her face, neck, waist...
"You spoil him so much without fear that I'll get angry?"
Gu Ying said in astonishment, "Isn't he your son too?"
What father would actually be jealous of his own son?
"I don't care. I'm starving and want to eat you up." Zhao Changdu narrowed his phoenix eyes. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. With a wave of his hand, the curtains outside the canopy bed fell.
Gu Ying didn't care about her own father anymore and immediately walked away.
Gu Boqing pitifully twitched his nose. "Why don't you want your dad anymore now that you have a grandson?"
Everyone knew the dainty young master born in the Zhenguo Duke Manor couldn't bear to be apart from his mom. As long as Gu Ying wasn't by Little Zhao Yan's side, the little guy would cry his eyes out, bawling until his face turned red and his neck bulged. Whoever saw it would feel distressed.
Ever since Gu Ying returned to Bianjing, she had been taking care of the little one personally, never leaving the tasks to anyone else other than breastfeeding.
Zhao Changdu sneered in satisfaction. He respectfully held a fist towards Gu Boqing, "Father-in-law, I'm truly sorry. It's getting late, and my wife and I want to spend more intimate time together. She's not feeling well and I, your son-in-law, will go ahead first to warm up the bed for her."
As he watched Zhao Changdu's leisurely disappearing back, Gu Boqing was so angry that his teeth itched.
Provocation! Blatant provocation!
How could his carefully raised little cabbage be ravaged by a pig like this!
That Zhao fox! Give my daughter back!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. He immediately ordered, "Come, pack up my stuff. This general is going to stay overnight at their Zhenguo Duke Manor tonight!"
However, when he arrived at the manor, he didn't see his daughter or grandson. Instead, the old Duke and Zhao's father pulled him away to play chess, drink wine, and appreciate the snow.
The night wind was cold and heavy snow fluttered about. Bianjing was still continuously snowing this winter.
Many things had happened in Bianjing recently, but it became peaceful again after Gu Ying returned.
The repairs on Changfeng Pavilion were almost complete.
Zhao Changdu and Gu Ying had moved back to their original residence early on to make it convenient to take care of the child. They opened up the east wing specifically for Little Zhao Yan to live in.
With not many people living on the premises, only Lingxi Pavilion and Changfeng Pavilion were lively places in the large Zhenguo Duke Manor.
The old Duke returned home and everyone gathered happily for a few times, but they still could not get too close with each other afterwards.
The yards where the aunties resided were relatively remote. Only one, Zhao Changling had a sick mother who was chronically bedridden. Knowing that she didn't have long to live, she pleaded with Mrs. Lin to take Zhao Changling under her care.
Zhao Changling was almost at the age to be engaged. With her mother unable to make decisions, Mrs. Lin accepted her to raise at Lingxi Pavilion.
After Mrs. Lin chatted with Gu Ying for a while, Zhao Changling carefully approached the little milk ball, secretly playing with him for a bit. Seeing Mrs. Lin about to leave, she reluctantly blinked her eyes and secretly gave a small gold bracelet to Yin Lan.
The little maid had a face like coated powder, tender and delicate. She gently batted her long eyelashes. "This is for my brother."
Yin Lan laughed. "He's not your brother. You're actually his aunt."
Zhao Changling tilted her head in confusion. Seeing Mrs. Lin and Gu Ying about to end their conversation, she blushed and no longer argued. She stuffed the small bracelet into Little Zhao Yan’s hand and said "I’ll come see my brother again tomorrow" before running away without looking back.
Gu Ying smiled gently as she sent Mrs. Lin off before turning back.
Zhao Changdu was lazily leaning on a short table reading a book, occasionally raising his eyes to glance at the movement in the east wing.
Ever since the addition of the little one, the room had always been very lively.
Aside from the maids taking care of the child, two wet nurses and three old grannies who could care for the baby were added.
The sky was getting dark and quality beech charcoal for heating was burning in the room. Yin Lan and maids Yanzhi and Hai Tang were surrounding their young madam near the bed playing with the kid.
The little maids loved children the most. Cherishing how hard it was to conceive, they spoiled Little Zhao Yan even more.
The less than three month old little guy slept with his mom every night.
If there was even a little wind blowing outside in the middle of the night, Gu Ying would always be the first to wake up.
Zhao Changdu was already dissatisfied that they hadn’t paid attention to him after abstaining for so long. In the eyes and heart of the little lady, there was only the little thing.
Seeing that the women in the east wing still didn’t notice him, the man knitted his sword-like brows and quietly released some cold air towards the east wing.
Unfortunately, Gu Ying's mind and heart were completely devoted to the little milk ball. Her black eyes were bent as she kissed, hugged, touched, and pinched her baby's chubby cheeks. She basically didn't see the large swaths of gloom on the handsome face of the displeased man.
Zhao Changdu ground his teeth, threw down his book, and walked towards the east wing. The little lady was wearing a short purple fur-trimmed coat today with a pleated skirt embroidered with golden chrysanthemums underneath. The well-tailored gown showed off her willowy waist and devilish charm.
After giving birth, the young lady’s figure had become even more impressive.
The man’s gaze naturally fell on her protruding softness. His eyes unconsciously darkened.
He wrapped his arms around the girl's lethally slender waist and said to Yin Lan, "Yin Lan, you take Yan'er to sleep tonight.”
Yin Lan immediately understood. Her face reddened as she hurriedly carried the little prince away, pulling Yanzhi and Hai Tang along with her.
Gu Ying smiled helplessly still wanting to catch up to hug her child a little longer.
The room door closed and scorching heat blasted from behind her neck.
The man stood behind her, hugging her from behind. Lowering his head, he wickedly breathed into her ear, "It's not like you'll never see him again. Why spoil him so much? Boys cannot be raised so delicately."
He entwined her waist and his big hands skillfully slid into her clothes.
His hoarse, low voice was like he was drunk, provoking an itchiness in people's hearts.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Changdu freed up his other hand to pinch the girl's pointed chin, leaning in to gently nip at her soft lips. "Why aren't you talking, Ying?”
Gu Ying couldn't endure the teasing. She bit her moist red lower lip and twisted her body to face him with feigned indignance, obediently hooking her arms around his neck, taking the initiative to convey her consent.
"Yan’er can’t bear to be apart from me. He'll cry. Then he won't be able to sleep well at night."
"If you don't dote on me, I won't be able to sleep well at night either."
Gu Ying innocently looked up at him with her pitch black eyes. "But you're an adult."
Zhao Changdu lowered his eyes to look at the girl's reddened cheeks. His slender fingers tucked the stray strands by her temples behind her ears. His scorching eyes continuously wandered over her face, neck, waist...
"You spoil him so much without fear that I'll get angry?"
Gu Ying said in astonishment, "Isn't he your son too?"
What father would actually be jealous of his own son?
"I don't care. I'm starving and want to eat you up." Zhao Changdu narrowed his phoenix eyes. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. With a wave of his hand, the curtains outside the canopy bed fell.
