Chapter 490 Father and Son

There is poison in the wine.

After Xiao Yan noticed something unusual, he asked someone to call Doctor Hu.

When Doctor Hu smelled the wine, his expression changed. "It is indeed highly poisonous. It kills instantly on contact with blood."

Prince Yan looked pale.

"The reason I felt something was wrong was because I've always been friends with Old Hu and learned a little bit from him," Xiao Yan explained. "I never thought I'd be using it now."

The servant fell to his knees with a thud, "I don't know, I really don't know."

They brought this wine from Prince Yan's Palace.

Prince Yan looked very unhappy.

Because this servant was given to him by the emperor.

Xiao Yan didn't care about what happened next.

Because he knew that Princess Yan would make the arrangements.

Once a woman becomes cruel, there is nothing a man can do.

The Princess of Yan knew that the assassination attempt last night was not strong enough, so she gave the Prince of Yan another strong dose of medicine.

——Look, everyone wants to kill you, but do you want it too?

If you want to be reduced to being unable to resist when the butcher's knife falls in the future, then just keep going like this.

After a brief encounter, Xiao Yan helped the Princess of Yan plant a seed in the heart of the Prince of Yan.

Afterwards, they went their separate ways.

Sanya was like a little calf. Although she had a fever for a night, she soon became lively and energetic and was able to eat and drink.

However, Lu Qiniang was still very cautious and did not allow her to go out to ride a horse immediately. She forced her to ride in the carriage.

"Sana, I'm not talking about you. You're just a kid, how can you be so unreasonable when you speak?"

"What are you talking about?" San Ya yawned and said listlessly.

She wants to go out riding.

"Even if the princess asked you about marriage, you pretended to be shy and it would have been fine. Why don't you just say that you will never marry in the future—"

"That's exactly what I think." San Ya said confidently, "Just explain it clearly, so you don't have to propose marriage to me in the future."

"You're still young—"

"I'm young enough to figure it out. Don't bully a child," San Ya said. "Marriage is what others ask of me; freedom is how I feel. I can tell the difference between my feelings and the demands of others. Mom, I've already told you I'm not getting married. Don't try to arrange things for me later. If I slap you in the face, you'll come back and criticize me."

Lu Qi Niang: “…”

Erya echoed, "I think Third Sister is right this time. I don't want to get married in the future either."

"If no one or two of them want to get married, and everyone thinks this way, then won't humanity become extinct in a few decades?" Lu Qiniang couldn't help but say.

"Oh, mother, you are still thinking about such a big thing! Don't worry, we can't be exterminated. We don't marry, there are plenty of people who can marry."

Erya added silently in her heart, not getting married doesn’t mean not having children.

Maybe she will give birth to a child in the future.

When she has money, she can do a lot of things.

In her mind, children are an option for the future, but men are no longer an option.

Chang Hui is so nice, but they both got separated.

Erya has not yet fully recovered from that period of loss. Now when she thinks about the future, she feels that it is impossible for her to meet a man who is better than Chang Hui and who more meets her expectations.

That's fine, no need to force it.

Lu Qi Niang: "...You all have grown so independent that I can't control you."

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so you shouldn't think too much about it. If you have the time, think about our trip to Qiongzhou." Erya said.

When I was chatting with Princess Yan yesterday, she mentioned that to go to Qiongzhou, we have to take the water route and cross the strait.

Crossing the strait is a bit dangerous, so you need to find an experienced boatman.

In addition, you must worship in advance and don’t disbelieve it.

The Princess of Yan also said that many things were not available in Qiongzhou and could only be transported there by boat, so prices were very expensive.

The main purpose was to remind them to try their best to find a way to transport all the things over by boat.

Purchasing it later will be time-consuming and costly.

Lu Qiniang sighed sincerely, "I said, you still need to study hard. Look at the princess, she knows everything."

"I don't know how much the princess knows," Arya said with a smile, "but I'm sure that the princess is very good at controlling her husband."

The only son of the Prince of Yan was born to the Princess of Yan.

Although Prince Yan was a prince, he had palace maids around him who taught him about things at a very early age.

So we cannot say that Princess Yan is his only woman, that is unrealistic.

But in the eyes of Prince Yan, there is only Princess Yan.

Even Erya could see that Prince Yan obeyed the Princess Yan's orders.

"Mom, this is what you should learn from the princess." Erya teased Lu Qinniang.

Lu Qinniang's face flushed. "What nonsense are you talking about? If the dog wants to run away, can you stop it? Have you heard that a cornered dog will jump over the wall? There's no way to stop it. So, the most important thing is to find the one that won't jump over the wall, not to tie it up every day."

Sanya was confused, "Is this how a desperate dog jumps over the wall is used?"

"Isn't it?" Lu Qiniang glared at her. "Telling you to study more, is that harming you? You better study hard in the future!"

Erya was overjoyed.

In the capital, Zhang Heyao finally had time to rest.

Instead of returning home, he went directly to the private residence.

The sky in Beijing is high and clear, and the sunlight, with just the right warmth, shines through the tall ginkgo leaves in the private courtyard, casting mottled light and shadows.

The yard was very quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional soft babbling of a baby coming from the inner room.

The wet nurse carefully took out Xiaoman, who had eaten and drunk enough and had just been changed into a clean swaddling cloth, and handed him to Zhang Heyao's outstretched arms.

Zhang Heyao's movements were a little awkward and cautious.

He adjusted his posture so that the little guy in the soft cotton coat could lie safely in his broad arms, then carried him and walked towards the thickly cushioned lounge chair in the courtyard.

Zhang Heyao was half lying in the chair, letting Xiaoman lie on his strong chest.

The little head rested softly against his chin, and the warm breath with the scent of milk brushed against his skin.

Zhang Heyao lowered his eyes and looked at the little life in his arms, his eyes were softer than ever before.

Xiaoman also seemed to enjoy the sunshine and stable support. He opened his big dark eyes, which had not yet fully focused, and curiously "looked" at the exquisitely crafted button on Zhang Heyao's chest.

The sunlight danced on the buttons, reflecting tiny spots of light, attracting his attention.

He stretched out his chubby little hands and tried to reach it clumsily.

Zhang Heyao watched with a smile, without stopping, but just used his other big hand to firmly support Xiaoman's back and buttocks.

Xiaoman finally managed to grab the smooth button with his little fingers. He seemed satisfied with his "achievement" and made an indistinct sound while subconsciously pulling hard with his little hand.

With a light "click" sound, the buttons were torn open by his tender little hands.

Zhang Heyao immediately smiled, and fearing that he would eat something else, he took the button out of his hand.

"You're as strong as your mother." Zhang Heyao held Xiaoman's hips with his hands, and the smile on his face deepened.

Xiaoman babbled and reached out to touch the other one.

However, he was too young and it was difficult for him to hold it accurately, so he did not succeed this time.

"I wonder where your mother is right now." Zhang Heyao looked at him and suddenly sighed deeply, "Xiaoman, it's just the two of us left. Let's be good and wait for your mother to come home, okay?"

He stubbornly constructed an illusory "home": he was the husband waiting for his wife to return, with their child in his arms. Lu Qi Niang was only away temporarily, and she would definitely come back, to this "home" he had prepared for them.

Xiaoman babbled as if agreeing.

Perhaps the sunlight was too warm and comfortable, he yawned a little, his big black eyes slowly closed, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, his pink little mouth pouting slightly, and he fell asleep peacefully in Zhang Heyao's arms.

Zhang Heyao carefully adjusted his posture to allow Xiaoman to sleep more soundly. He also leaned back in the recliner and closed his eyes.