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Lin Qingyuan, “…”

Long Xuan stifled a laugh and crouched in front of Yaoyao. “It’s not a little brother.”

Yaoyao looked curiously at her cousin. “Then what is it?”

“It’s your nephew. You’re going to be his aunt,” Long Xuan said seriously.

Yaoyao gave him a puzzled look. “What’s a nephew?”

“A nephew is…”

Lin Qingyuan watched as they discussed the issue of seniority and found herself feeling exasperated.

She had not even given birth yet, so why were they sure it was going to be a boy?

…

Winters passed and Springs arrived. When Ji’er was eight, there was a riot in Southern Xinjiang. Long Yang sent Chu Qi over there to quell the riot.

Ji’er had a dream the night Chu Qi left.

No one knew what she had dreamt. She simply screamed and woke up drenched in sweat.

She looked around the familiar room, suddenly feeling afraid.

She dragged her little pillow behind her and ran out of the room.

It was late at night and Lu Liangwei had been woken up by Long Yang. There was a glaze over her eyes as her hands clung tightly around his muscled back, acting coquettish in front of him.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He was going crazy from her torment.

It was at this moment that they heard knocking at the door.

Lu Liangwei gave a start and pushed the man away from her. “Someone is knocking on the door.”

Long Yang frowned and pulled her face back to look at him. He said huskily, “Just ignore it.”

As he expected, the knocking outside ceased after a while; it sounded like Zhan Qing had dragged the person away.

However, Lu Liangwei felt a little unsettled.

No one in the Palace would dare knock on their room door late at night. Unless…

It could be the children. She gave a start and climbed off Long Yang as she said anxiously, “It could be the children. Hurry up and take a look.”

Long Yang’s eyes were still filled with lust and he was unhappy about being disturbed. However, if he did not take a look, Weiwei would feel worried.

He had no choice but to check the door.

At this point, Ji’er’s sobbing could be heard coming from outside. “Father, Mother…”

Long Yang’s annoyance disappeared the moment he heard it was Ji’er. He quickly grabbed his outer robe without any persuasion from Lu Liangwei and hurried forward to open the door.

It was currently Autumn and the night was heavy with dewdrops.

Ji’er stood outside the door while hugging her pillow. Zhan Qing was holding her hand. She looked at the man who opened the door and walked forward with her face covered in tears.

“Father…”

Long Yang’s chest tightened at the sight of his teary-faced daughter. He went forward quickly to carry her in his arms.

Ji’er was eight years old now and her parents were carrying her less than before. Now that she was suddenly in her father’s arms again, her insecurity from being woken up from a nightmare diminished slightly.

“Why are you crying, Ji’er?”

Long Yang patted her on the back gently as he asked the question softly. Ji’er hugged her father’s neck tightly.

When Long Yang saw this, he did not continue asking. He lifted his finger to wipe away the tears from her face and his voice became even more tender. “Don’t be afraid, Ji’er. I’m here.”

It took a moment before Ji’er lifted her little face and said moodily, “Ji’er wants to sleep with Father and Mother.”

“Alright.” Long Yang agreed gently.

When Lu Liangwei got dressed and went out of the room, she witnessed the heartwarming sight of father and daughter hugging each other.

Ji’er called out to her obediently when she saw Lu Liangwei, “Mother…”

Lu Liangwei walked over and reached her hand out to Ji’er, saying soothingly, “Come over here, Ji’er. Let me carry you.”

Ji’er kept her arms wrapped around Long Yang’s neck and shook her head. “It’s okay. Ji’er is very heavy. I’m worried I would tire you.”

Lu Liangwei was touched by how considerate she was and did not force the matter. She rubbed Ji’er’s head and said softly, “Let’s go in. It’s cold outside.”