"...That's right. This is an investment, and investment will pay off."

Chu Yuening patted her chest to comfort herself, then grabbed the cub and took a few deep breaths.

Ah, I was instantly revived with full health.

Ying Zhao was holding a piece of Lego and was a little confused. How did he suddenly find himself in his mother's arms?

However, seeing that his mother was in a good mood, Ying Zhao happily kissed her on the face several times.

"Are you hungry, baby?"

Babies over one year old need to get enough nutrition, and their physique is unusual.

Ying Zhao touched his slightly deflated belly and suddenly felt hungry.

"I'm hungry! Zhao Zhao wants to eat eggplant."

"Don't worry, little one. Mother will have someone prepare it right away."

Chu Yuening looked at the gloomy sky and ordered the palace servants to go to the Shangshi Bureau to order dinner.

Thinking of Ying Zheng who had not returned yet, a trace of worry arose in my heart. Could there be something important happening today?

However, after dinner was served, Ying Zheng finally walked into the palace in the last rays of sunset.

"A Zheng, why are you so late today?"

"It's nothing serious. Let's eat first and I'll tell you later."

Ying Zheng's eyes were deep, but when he looked at the woman, they were filled with gentleness.

Finding that there was no strange expression on the man's face, Chu Yuening breathed a sigh of relief and pulled him to sit down.

The meal was finished in the usual warm atmosphere.

On the bed, Chu Yuening half leaned in the man's arms, staring at him with her smart and pretty eyes.

"A Zheng, you can tell me now."

Ying Zheng played with the soft hands as white as snow and said lightly.

"The Mohist disciples are looking for an alchemist."

"Looking for an alchemist?"

Chu Yuening frowned slightly, then seemed to think of something and spoke softly to comfort him.

"It should be for the development of gunpowder."

"Everything has its reasons. Why don't you take a look first, A Zheng?"

"Well, if those evildoers dare to act recklessly..."

Ying Zheng frowned, and there was a hint of coldness in his beautiful phoenix eyes.

In his opinion, these evil Taoists were all swindlers and the so-called golden elixirs were actually poison pills, otherwise he would not have died so early in his previous life.

The chill around the man could not be ignored, and Chu Yuening's suspicion deepened. However, she did not ask any further questions. Instead, she climbed up and kissed the corner of his eye.

"Okay, A Zheng, go to bed early."

Amidst the gentle comfort, Ying Zheng no longer recalled those bad things and lay down with the woman in his arms.

"Yuening's birthday is coming soon. Is there anything you want?"

"Hmm...it doesn't seem to matter. I like everything Masahiro gives me."

Ying Zheng chuckled when he heard this. Yue Ning was always so easily satisfied, but he greedily wanted to give her all the treasures in the world.