A hint of shyness flashed in the young boy's eyes, his ears turned red, and he reached out his hand, his heart pounding with trepidation.

"My dearest child, you'll always be my precious baby..." Even when we're seventy or eighty, you'll still be my child...

Shangguan Yichen nodded gently and slowly said, "Mother, I'm fine..."

Mo Qingcheng remained silent, took Shangguan Yichen's pulse, and then released his hand after a while: "Not bad, my Qing'er's medical skills have improved."

Mu Wanqing's dark eyes sparkled: "Hehe, thank you for the praise, Mother. My elder brother has suffered..."

“Mother…I want to…” Shangguan Yichen pursed his lips, a sense of loss welling up in his heart.

"Eldest son, stay here. In a few days, your mother will let you out and let you live the lives of normal children. At worst, your mother will establish her own sect. I'm not afraid of not being able to support you." Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a cold arc. The Shangguan family deserved to be taught a lesson. After settling the children, she would go and visit them. Even if she had to empty their warehouse first, it would be fine.

Does it cost money to establish a sect or school of thought?

Lost in thought, Mo Qingcheng was brought back to her senses by the calls of several children. Her gaze sharpened, and she coughed lightly.

"Ahem, what delicious food does Mother want to cook tonight?"

"Wow, that's great, Mommy! Are you going to cook? Momo will help you."

"Mom, you haven't cooked in so long..."

"Mother, what would you like to eat? Can I order?"

Several children gathered around, chattering away. Mo Qingcheng nodded with a smile, and the children, without any hesitation, ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go.

Mo Qingcheng wasn't idle either. She directed the little ones to pick, wash, and chop vegetables. Once everything was ready, Mo Qingcheng rolled up her sleeves and showed off her skills.

Half an hour later, the aroma of food filled the air, and the family sat together, eating and chatting. There was an adorable little baby on the table. Who else could it be but Farm Jun?

"Little Junjun, call me 'Mommy'!" Mo Qingcheng reached out her magic claws, wanting to pinch the little cutie's face, but was ruthlessly rejected.

"Little witch, there's a difference between men and women. I'm a man! A man! A man!" Farmer sneered. "You stinky woman, trying to take advantage of everyone?"

The children laughed heartily, creating a cheerful atmosphere. Everyone ate their fill, especially Farm Boy, who was a cute little bundle of joy. He was so full that he didn't move, nestled in Mo Qingcheng's arms, and complained.

"Hmph! I knew you were doing this on purpose, trying to make me find a new... lover..."

"puff!"

"Ha ha!"

Mo Qingcheng: "..."

I really want to shut the little brat up with delicious food, and I'm on a one-way street of inciting hatred.

The children chattered away, giving a general account of what had happened recently. Mo Qingcheng's eyelids were drooping, and she was feeling a bit overwhelmed. The children kindly escorted her back to her room and then disappeared in a flash.

The next day, Mo Qingcheng opened her eyes to a whiff of something, yawned, washed up, and ate the breakfast her children had prepared with love.

After the meal, Mo Qingcheng checked out of the hotel, headed out of the city, found a secluded spot, and released the Gale Eagle, Liu Ge Zai Zai, and Hei Yi Bai Yi.

The most excited person was Bai Ziming. The little guy couldn't take it all in. Although the space was great, he had to worry about his mother's safety all day long. The hermit family was too dangerous. It would be better to go back to the countryside.

Plant a few acres of land, grow a few trees, raise chickens and ducks in the yard, and grow a few rows of vegetables. You'll have no worries about food and drink, and no one will bother you. Isn't that wonderful?

Shangguan Yunxi, Mu Wanqing, and Bai Yunfei glanced at them a few times and then gathered around.

"Mother, do we want to go back to the house where Grandmother isn't?" Mu Wanqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sense of loss welled up in the little girl's heart.

Mo Qingcheng paused slightly, then nodded: "Yes, would it be alright if you all accompanied Mother to find Grandmother and Uncle?"