Zhou Ruiyuan paused in his steps. He and Du Wanchun usually avoided these children when talking.
Occasionally, I would spill the beans, but since these children were not old, I didn't care.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Mianmian would suddenly ask. He came to his senses and continued walking forward, saying as he walked: "No, he is my biological father."
Xiao Mianmian was still full of doubts, "But why would the eldest brother and the second brother say that he is not?"
Zhou Ruiyuan patiently explained: "Because it was not the case in the past, but it is the case now and in the future."
"Oh~ I understand." Xiao Mianmian smiled half-understanding. ?.?????.???
The older she gets, the more she looks like Du Wanchun. When she smiles, she reveals two small pear dimples.
Zhou Ruiyuan turned his head to look at her, his eyes full of tenderness.
When the two returned home, Xiao Mianmian was already asleep.
After Du Wanchun helped little Feifei cover the quilt on the bed, he stood up and came to the two of them, "Ruiyuan, give me the child."
Zhou Ruiyuan curved his eyebrows and smiled gently: "Nothing, I'll put her to sleep."
After he finished speaking, he carefully held Xiao Mianmian in his arms.
Xiao Mianmian was a little awakened and blinked her eyelashes slightly.
Zhou Ruiyuan held her in his hands and patted her chest, coaxing her gently. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep again.
Du Wanchun asked in a low voice: "Has Xiao Mianmian had dinner?"
Zhou Ruiyuan lowered his voice and replied: "After eating, Mr. Yuan cooked a table full of dishes today."
Du Wanchun smiled in surprise: "I didn't expect that he, a rough man, could actually cook."
Zhou Ruiyuan stood up and gently laid Xiao Mianmian on the bed, slowly covered her with a quilt, and replied: "Mr. Yuan also comes from a poor family. Not only is he outstanding in learning, but he is also a good hand at farming, cooking, and hunting."
After hearing this, Du Wanchun sighed with emotion: "It's a pity for him to be our husband here."
Zhou Ruiyuan turned around, took her hand and said, "It's a pity, we will take him with us when we return to the capital."
Du Wanchun smiled and nodded, "That's fine."
When it came to returning to the capital, none of them asked, because they all knew that everyone would have to go back sooner or later.
Zhou Ruiyuan pulled Du Wanchun into his arms, kissed her hair lovingly, and asked, "Is Little Feifei still obedient?"
Du Wanchun looked at the sleeping child on the bed and said softly: "Be obedient, but among the four siblings, he is the only one with the softest temper. I am a little worried..."
Zhou Ruiyuan hugged her tightly and said, "Don't worry, when he grows up, no one will be able to bully you."
Du Wanchun leaned in his arms, sniffing the faint fragrance of his body, and that inexplicable sense of security came to him again.
As the sky gradually darkened and the night outside the house became darker, Du Wanchun and Zhou Ruiyuan washed up hastily and took their children to sleep together.
Late at night, Aunt Zhou was suddenly awakened by a nightmare.
The third prince quickly sat up, held her hands and asked, "Zhou'er, what's wrong with you?"
Aunt Zhou hugged her belly and breathed rapidly: "He, he wants to kill our child! Him!"
The third prince took out a handkerchief and wiped her cold sweat. While comforting her, he asked: "Who, who wants to kill our child."
"Your Majesty! He knows where we are, and he wants to kill you and my child!" Aunt Zhou's eyes were full of panic, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.
The third prince's face gradually turned pale. He held her tightly in his arms, rubbed her long hair and comforted her: "It's impossible. Even if he finds us, I won't give him any more." No chance of hurting you! Zhou'er, we are in Cheng'an County now, no one knows our identities."
Aunt Zhou's dream just now was too real. She saw the emperor standing on the tower, holding her child and about to throw it down.
He used the same tone as when he wiped out the Lu family that day, and said mercilessly: "This scoundrel only deserves to go to hell!"
Aunt Zhou's ears are now filled with the words in his dream. She is scared. She has never been so scared.
Even when she was pushed into the prison car, she was not so panicked.
The third prince gently wiped away the tears that flowed down her face and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Zhou'er, I'm here, don't be afraid..."
