"What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?" Bei Yan, being held in Jun Lin's arms, naturally noticed Jun Lin's unusual behavior.

"Yes, he has a fever. It was caused by Madam." Jun Lin looked at Bei Yan in his arms, his silver eyes deep.

Having been husband and wife for several lifetimes, Bei Yan knew all too well the burning passion in Jun Lin's eyes.

She tried to get up and run away, but Junlin held her tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving.

"My lady, are you not planning to take responsibility for your husband, hmm?"

"Irresponsible, irresponsible! Junlin, let me tell you, if you dare, see that durian? You'll kneel on it until it's worn through, and I will never forgive you."

Bei Yan pointed at the durian on the ground, attempting to threaten it.

To everyone's surprise, Junlin simply picked her up and carried her towards the magnificent palace.

"Okay, I'll definitely kneel down on it until it's worn through."

Beiyan: "..."! ? !

Indeed, you shouldn't try to reason with wild animals.

One day, Feng Yi, who had come to the palace to report on state affairs, saw the usually dignified and awe-inspiring Lord Feng.

She was kneeling on a durian, and on her fair, well-defined fingers, she was carefully peeling a tangerine.

Lady Fengjun lay on the cloud, eating the tangerines fed to her by Lord Fengjun while happily looking at her little sketchbook.

Feng Yi: "..."

I instinctively turned and walked away: I'm getting old, my eyesight is failing me, and my presbyopia is getting worse.

Sigh... How did I end up out here before I was fully awake again?

He raised his eyelids slightly, his face remaining indifferent and composed: "What is it?"

Feng Yi froze. Holy crap, am I dreaming?!

Turning around, head bowed, he walked back to Junlin's side and handed him the memorial in his hand:

"Lord Fengjun, the Immortal Lord has instructed me to bring these memorials for your review."

"I understand, you may leave," Jun Lin said calmly.

"Yes, I'll take my leave."

After saying that, he left like a gust of wind, without ever raising his head, as if afraid that if he saw Junlin being punished by kneeling, he would be thrown out of the Immortal Realm by Junlin.

Junlin had just put the memorial on the table when Fengyi returned, her face beaming with joy: "Feng, Your Majesty, the little prince and princess have hatched!"

The comic book in Bei Yan's hand landed on his face with a "thud." "Ouch, that hurts."

"Idiot, let me see." Jun Lin stepped forward and examined the child with concern.

Feng Yi: "..."

"Phoenix, Lord Phoenix?"

The Little Prince and the Little Prince have hatched! They've hatched! Aren't their reactions a little off?

What happened to the promised tears of joy? What happened to the promised emotion?

What's with now turning a blind eye and feeling sorry for Lady Fengjun?

"Understood, tell them to come over here themselves." Jun Lin held the hibiscus cream in his hand and gently applied it to Bei Yan's slightly red nose.

"We've already rolled over here," came two puffy, childlike voices from behind Feng Yi.

When Feng turned around, she saw a small, shiny black dragon and a small, silver phoenix hovering in the air behind her.

Feng Yi's eyes widened, and she suddenly bowed her head and knelt down: "Greetings, Prince and Princess."

"Get up, get up." The little dragon waved its paw—oops, I mean Jun Beiji waved his paw.

Little Golden Phoenix, also known as Jun Beichen, fluttered her silver feathers and pounced into Jun Lin's arms.

"Daddy, I miss you so much!"

Beiyan: "..."

Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind: I had once swum in the body of a little dragon, rushed into my father's arms, and said, "Daddy, I've missed you so much!"

Embarrassed, she blinked. Could this be the legendary case of "like mother, like daughter"?