Once most of the guests had arrived, the doorman began reading out the family's gift list.

Yes, they were from his own family. He looked at Master Gu and Prince Shen Qingcheng with great confusion.

What are the two of them competing with?

"The Gu family - 188 boxes of gifts and a mine in southern Xinjiang."

The envoy from the southern border asked, "Why only send one?"

Mr. Gu replied, "What if we have a granddaughter a few years from now? We should keep her for now!"

Gu An: "..."

Although his nephew was more valuable than him and his elder brother, he was still not as valuable as his niece.

The doorman announced again, "The Shen family—one hundred and eighty-eight boxes of congratulatory gifts!"

Someone then asked, "Why aren't there any mines?"

Shen Qingcheng replied, "Because my father is not Master Gu."

It's not worth it.

Marquis Anbo: "..."

Does he not want it? It's only because his father isn't Master Gu's father!

"The legendary healer Liang Heng—a gift of 166 boxes, plus...a legendary healer?"

Everyone turned to look at the handsome young man.

Liang Heng smiled and fanned himself, saying, "I'm thinking, I'm quite expensive, guaranteed authentic and high-quality, so I'd be the most worthwhile gift."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Ji Yan: "..."

As the gift list was read out, everyone was dazzled by the money. They had worked their entire lives and never seen so much money. The young prince was born richer than a country.

In their next life, they also want to be the sons of the Empress and His Majesty!

**

For a first birthday celebration, guests would pick their objects and choose the most auspicious symbols. The guests formed several circles around the birthday celebration. Shen Muyan had probably never seen such a noisy scene before, and he was so frightened that he kept crying and crying until he hiccuped.

Shen Jiao held him and he gradually calmed down.

But those big, round eyes were filled with crystal-clear tears, making them look so pitiful.

Ji Yan glanced around, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.

After appeasing the little boy, Shen Jiao let him go for his first birthday celebration.

Everyone stared at him curiously, chattering amongst themselves, all wondering what the young prince would grab.

The Four Treasures of the Study?

Or something else?

Shen Muyan sat there blankly for a while, missing his mother's sweet hug. He pouted and was about to cry again, but fortunately, Shen Jiao and Ji Yan were always in front of him, so the little man did not shed a tear.

All the items prepared for the baby's first birthday celebration were placed on a large brocade cloth, which was embroidered by Wang Fu.

Yes, as a qualified steward, it is essential to always emulate the master.

His needlework skills are now even better than Xi'an's.

Several elders present had already begun to persuade him: "Your Highness, choose a sword!"

"Your Highness, please select a brush!"

"Choose the Imperial Seal! Choose the Imperial Seal!"

The noise made Shen Muyan miss his mother's embrace even more, but his little brain probably knew that he couldn't be hugged before the first birthday celebration, so he froze again.

Before long, it started scrambling around, stumbling and folding the brocade cloth inwards. After wrapping everything up in a ball, it sat on it as if claiming it, grinning and giggling at Chen Jiao.

Perhaps feeling he had done something remarkable, he even clapped his hands.

I want them all! I want them all!

Shen Jiao praised, "...Good child!"

Ji Yan agreed, "...He has quite the demeanor of his mother."

Everyone: "..."

**

When Shen Muyan was three years old, the martial arts world was in turmoil, and Shen Jiao, as the leader of the alliance, had to go away for a period of time.

The night before departure, Ji Yan tossed and turned her around all night. His technique was excellent, the feeling was wonderful, and the quality was superb, but her old back couldn't take it.

The following day, Ji Yan carried the already weeping Shen Muyan to the city gate to see him off.

Shen Muyan waved goodbye reluctantly, calling out in his childish voice, "Mother Empress—"

Shen Jiao, on horseback, turned slightly to the side and waved to the father and son.

"Mother! Remember, you must not talk to strangers!"

Shen Jiao was somewhat confused: "Huh?"

"Don't eat anything given by strangers, or they'll kidnap you!"

Ji Yan: "..."

Thinking about it, weren't these the words Wang Fu usually taught him? Shen Jiao rubbed her forehead and said, "Alright, alright, Mother knows, go back now."

Shen Muyan continued his incessant nagging: "Mother! We can't drink dirty water! We can't eat scraps! We can't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Jiao had already spurred her horse and fled, her last bit of reluctance vanishing as she reminisced.

Why is his son such a chatterbox when the tyrant was so quiet as a child?

I don't understand, but running away is the right thing to do.

After Shen Jiao and her group had gone far away and were no longer in sight, Shen Muyan's longing emotions suddenly erupted, and he burst into tears.

Wang Fu was heartbroken and wanted to take the young prince over to comfort him.

Ji Yan immediately put her son down and picked up Shen Muyan by the back of his collar like he was a chick.

Shen Muyan's feet couldn't touch the ground, so he was forced to sway back and forth. He was happy along the way and didn't cry much.

Wang Fu remained silent, then took out the instructions that Shen Jiao had given him beforehand, and saw the first one: Ji Yan is strictly prohibited from treating his son like a chick.

No, His Highness was having a great time, wasn't he? Why is Your Majesty forbidding it?

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard a pitiful cry. Wang Fu quickly looked over and saw that the young prince had fallen to the ground at some point, while His Majesty was walking ahead, carrying a small jacket in one hand, looking extremely content.

Wang Fu: "..."

Ji Yan was silent for a moment, then turned back and brought her tearful son up to her face. She coughed lightly and said, "Want to go fishing?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Muyan nodded: "I want to."

"If you want to cry, then don't."

Shen Muyan immediately forced a teary-eyed smile.

Ji Yan: "..."

**

"Father, is it really possible to catch fish this way?"

"certainly."

At this moment, Shen Muyan was tied to the end of the fishing rod by Ji Yan like a silkworm pupa, with his chubby little feet about three inches above the water.

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