For a while, they quietly watched the little dumplings’ sleeping forms before turning and returning to Taji Hall and went to lie down on the dragon bed to finally sleep.
Mu Zhan naturally pulled the man into his arms, and the faint milk and fruity scent blended together, creating a surprisingly pleasant and harmonious scent. Resting his chin on Wen Mingyu’s head, he sniffed lightly and murmured, “Blame it on me.”
Wen Mingyu didn’t catch it at first and looked up in confusion, “What did you say?”
Mu Zhan smiled and explained, “It’s you who smells too good.”
He couldn’t help it.
With his ears red, Wen Mingyu pursed his lips, and similar to what he had had done to him earlier, he tugged on his lapels and bit on it in retaliation. Mu Zhan stifled a low grunt and looked down at him. Then, Wen Mingyu lifted his chin and rightfully reiterated Mu Zhan’s earlier sentence, “It’s you who smells too good.You don’t mind, do you?”
After a little pause, Mu Zhan smiled, “If it’s you, of course everything is fine.”
Wen Mingyu seemed to have punched cotton, and his revenge attempt seemed to be pointless.
Even worse, Mu Zhan went on, “In that case, you should be able to understand my feelings quite well now, don’t you? I won’t have to restrain myself in the future and continue as I have in the past.”
Wen Mingyu: “…”
It felt like he had just dug a pit and fallen into it by accident.
Although he already had a suspicion that Mu Zhan wouldn’t change so easily, saying it so bluntly was just perverted and shameless.
Wen Mingyu buried his face and resolutely pretended not to hear him, going straight to sleep.
Only the top of his fluffy head was visible to Mu Zhan. Smiling, he reached out and gave it a little pat.
There was no reason to hide such two adorable little dumplings, and as for the concern of the other form, there was no need to worry either. Wen Mingyu naturally allowed his friends to meet the little ones and get acquainted.
The two cousins, Wei Yingwu and Wen Changlan, returned to the capital and entered the palace and finally saw the little prince and princess.
So little, lying on the cradle beds, they resembled exquisite dolls with their tender and snow-white faces and round eyes sparkled like gems.
Wei Yingwu didn’t even dare to hold the baby at first. But when he finally did, he cradled the soft little one very gingerly. The feeling was… incredible. The big guy’s face was full of helplessness.
When Wen Changlan saw this scene, the large and small sizes formed a strong contrast, and Wei Yingwu didn’t even look like he was holding a baby but rather clutching a small bowl of pickled vegetables. He couldn’t help but tilt his head and smile.
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Wen Mingyu immediately extended his hand and took Little Rice Cake in his arms, rocking and comforting him. Feeling the familiar rhythm of his heart, he gradually stopped crying, though he still sobbed quietly.
Wen Changlan gently placed Little Chilli in the emperor’s arms while sincerely praising how adorable the little prince and princess were.
He was known for his eloquence with words, and when he praised others, they flowed like well-formed prose and can be considered words that people in following generations would have to memorize when spoken to. Wen Mingyu was a little embarrassed hearing this, but he was very happy.
Male pregnancy was certainly rare, but Wen Changlan was well-read and had heard of such things before. His surprise was quickly accepted, and his primary concern was the state of the emperor. Now that the emperor’s harsh temperament was subsiding and his rule turning more benevolent and loving towards the people, his heart naturally felt joyful.
Not to mention the fact that an heir had been born. Watching His Majesty’s skillful posture of holding the little princess and his nearly gentle expression, it really made you believe that people changed greatly once they had a family.
As for Wei Yingwu, his thoughts were much simpler and straightforward. So what if someone could conceive. Babies were so cute, just like little rabbits, to the point that he wanted to steal one and hide it up in his sleeve and bring it home.
Wei Chen and the others had also visited to see Little Rice Cake and Little Chilli. Their initial surprise at their friend’s ability to bear a child was quickly replaced by their fascination with the two adorable little dumplings. They couldn’t resist teasing them, touching their little hands andjiojio.
Playful Ye Xu couldn’t take care of children, but when it came to entertaining them, he was first class. Little Chilli couldn’t stop giggling because of him.
Shao Yan didn’t talk much, but since there was a young brother at home, he naturally started talking to Wen Mingyu about things related to children.
As for Wei Chen, who was still considered a half-grown child, his brain circuit was different from the rest. After teasing the babies for a while and finding that they spit bubbles and couldn’t understand anything, he retracted his hand. On the contrary, with his strange, overly competitive mentality, he actually felt that he lost, and he also wanted to have the ability to have a baby too.
Wen Mingyu: “…”
Hearing these words, Wen Mingyu lost the ability to control his expression and was utterly dumbfounded.
It was impossible to tell what Wei Chen was thinking, really impossible to tell.
When it was time to say goodbye, Chu Shuli was particularly reluctant to part with them. Maybe because most women had a natural spot for cute things. She fell in love with these two milky dumplings right away the moment she saw them. She even felt the desire to become a mother, but in reality, she was already regarded as late in this dynasty.
Her parents at home were anxious too and had asked her what she had in mind, but when the gossipy neighbor came to chew on the matter, implicitly saying that their daughter was an old maid nobody wanted, her parents immediately snapped back:Our daughter is a third-rank scholar, works in the palace beside the emperor, and is paid by the imperial court. Is your daughter capable? How about your daughter? What about your son?!
A few sharp rejoinders later, the gossipy neighbor was so angry that she almost passed out on the spot. All she could do was snap bitterly:So what if she’s well-read, still can’t get married.But in her heart, she was practically dying of envy. She turned and stormed off with her tail between her legs.
Chu Shuli just briefly entertained the idea of wanting a child but then soon recalled the neighbor’s child, who always rolled in the mud and spat at people, a temper that was even stinkier than a decade-old rotten egg. If her child turned out like that… forget it. Working hard to get promoted and a raise in salary was more logical.
Their gossipy neighbor surely couldn’t have imagined how her beloved grandson, in the eyes of Chu Shuli, was stinkier than rotten eggs. This could even inspire people to improve.
Children change the fastest before they turn one, and there are always new changes everyday. By the time Little Rice Cake and Little Chilli were six months old, they were able to roll over and had developed two small baby teeth the size of rice grains. When they grinned and those little teeth peeked out, it was cute as hell.
By this period, they weren’t drinking milk anymore and could eat appropriate solid food.
The imperial kitchen now had the additional task of preparing baby food, which included pureed fruits and vegetables that were mashed into a fine consistency and served in small porcelain bowls just for the imperial heirs. The dishes were beautifully styled, vibrant, and really effective at drawing the little dumplings’ attention.
Wen Mingyu had Little Chilli sit in his lap, with his arm supporting her armpits. Her plump little hands stretched out, trying to reach the pumpkin purée, her short fingers grasping and her eyes full of longing. She was the epitome of what it meant to be a true “rice-devoted soul.”
She was always especially enthusiastic when it came to eating, never needed coaxing, but had a tendency to become overly excited and often ended up with food below her mouth.
Wen Mingyu said, “Father Emperor, hand me the handkerchief.”
Mu Zhan then handed it to him. Wen Mingyu wiped the pumpkin purée from the corner of Little Chilli’s mouth, and when he looked up, he met Mu Zhan’s half-smiling gaze.
“I have been meaning to ask, why do you address me as ‘Father Emperor’?”
Wen Mingyu froze slightly. He had called him that naturally. He knew that in families with children, adults frequently began using the titles the children would call them, so the children could learn faster by imitation.
He replied naturally, “Because Little Rice Cake and Little Chilli will address you as that.”
Mu Zhan gave Little Rice Cake a dollop of pumpkin purée and didn’t reply. Little Rice Cake, eating happily, squinted his eyes and wiggled his chubbyjiojio.
“Is it not okay to call you that?” Wen Mingyu was puzzled.
Mu Zhan’s expression remained unchanged. “It’s not impossible.”
It was just that listening to it stirred up something in his heart.
But that something swiftly vanished because Wen Mingyu added, “You can also address me asDaddy, so that Little Rice Cake and Little Chilli will follow suit, speaking and recognizing people faster.”
Mu Zhan: “...”
His face suddenly took on a nuanced look. It was obvious that he couldn’t bring himself to call him that.
Just imagining it… was unimaginable.
“Try saying it once.”
Wen Mingyu continued to urge him strongly, though. It made one doubt if he was doing it on purpose, but his eyes were so clear and sincere, as if he truly didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.
With such an intense gaze, Mu Zhan felt it a little hard to refuse. He moved his lips but, in the end, still couldn’t say it. He gave up and said, “… Forget it.”
Wen Mingyu, who was somewhat puzzled, just happened to see a sour fruit on the table. He happened to love them, so he smoothly picked one up and took a bite. As a result, the intense sourness made his teeth go soft. He put it down in a panic and admired himself for having eaten those easily before.
While he was still trying to recover from that deadly acidity and thinking of getting something to wash it down, Little Chilli unexpectedly got greedy and grabbed his hand. She slurped the leftover sour juice into her mouth at once. The action was so fast that Wen Mingyu was too late to stop her.
In an instant, Little Chilli’s whole face wrinkled into a ball. Her eyes squeezed shut, her small tongue stuck out, and her entire body shook, as though the sour power had rocketed straight to her brain, so sour she doubted her existence.
Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were both amused and happy. Little Rice Cake also looked on curiously at his sister, as if he were a bit eager to try it too.
Wen Mingyu laughed for a while before he remembered to give water for Little Chilli to wash out the sour taste in her mouth. He also reprimanded her, saying if she would dare to randomly eat things again.
As a result, he didn’t expect that his arms would suddenly lighten, that the hand holding the water missed its target, with some of the water flowing onto his robes.
Little Chilli in his arm disappeared, replaced by a ball of a soft and fluffy creature with drooping rabbit ears and two small horns on its head.
The Author has something to say:
Little Chilli: I will show you a real soured into another being transformation.
Little Rice Cake: Me too, I wanna try too!
Jade Cub & Mu Zhan: ????
ChiFu: hello everyone! sorry for being late again wuwu but we’re almost at the end! woohoo
I am contemplating changing Little Rice Cake to Little Mochi. Please tell me your thoughts!