Mo Beichen was jolted awake from his reverie by Yun Qingluo's unrestrained crying.

She was immediately flustered and said in a gentle, guilty tone:

"I'm sorry, my dear Luoluo, don't cry, don't cry, it's all my fault, it's my fault, please don't cry."

"Luo Luo, don't cry. It's my fault. Don't cry, I'll do whatever you want."

"It's my fault. Didn't Luo Luo say she wanted to punish me by making me kneel on a washboard? I'll kneel, I'll kneel. Luo Luo, please don't cry, okay?"

As Yun Qingluo listened to the man repeatedly blaming himself, she cried even harder.

What did he do wrong?

What wrong did he do?

The fault lay with his absurd father and the ruthless, indifferent royal family.

The one who's wrong is her ingratitude, her inability to distinguish right from wrong, and her blindness to reason and compassion.

"Waaaaah...you...you did nothing wrong, waaaaah, it was me, it was my fault, waaaaah...it was me, waaaaah, hiccup...waaaah, hiccup."

Yun Qingluo cried intermittently as she finished speaking.

Unexpectedly, before she could finish speaking, she suddenly started hiccuping.

Yun Qingluo froze when she heard herself hiccup.

Tears hung on her cheeks, looking pitiful as they seemed about to fall, her eyes misty as if she didn't understand what she had just done.

And his body trembled as he hiccuped.

Mo Beichen was also stunned.

Yun Qingluo pouted, "Waaaaah... *sob* *hiccup*... *hiccup*..."

Yun Qingluo covered her mouth with her hand, no longer daring to cry, and buried her head in Mo Beichen's arms.

Waaah, this is so embarrassing.

This is incredibly embarrassing.

I haven't cried in so long, I have no experience.

How embarrassing...

Xiao Yi was laughing hysterically in the system.

"Hahahaha, that's hilarious! He's crying and hiccuping all over himself, unbelievable! Hahahaha hiccup... hahaha hiccup..."

Xiao Yi was also stunned, incredulous, and tentatively laughed, "Hahahaha..."

Xiao Yi, "..."

Yun Qingluo burst out laughing.

Suddenly remembering her embarrassing moment, she buried her face even deeper.

Mo Beichen looked down at the fluffy head buried in his chest, and a deep laugh escaped his throat.

As laughter echoed, his chest rose and fell.

Yun Qingluo blushed as she listened to the strong, resounding heartbeat.

"No, you're not allowed to laugh..." Yun Qingluo felt heartbroken.

Mo Beichen's laughter, which he had finally managed to stop, started again, and he laughed even louder.

That smile eased the somber atmosphere between the two of them considerably.

Yun Qingluo playfully punched him, "Stop laughing so hard..."

Seeing her twisting her body, Mo Beichen knew she was uncomfortable and was afraid she would hurt her back again, so he forcibly suppressed his laughter.

His Luo Luo is so cute.

"Okay, I won't laugh. Be good, Luo Luo, don't get bored, come out for some fresh air," Mo Beichen coaxed softly.

Yun Qingluo was reluctant, but Mo Beichen continued to coax her, "Be good, you'll twist your back if you do this. I'll help you lie down and I won't look at you, okay? Be good."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo reluctantly emerged, closing her eyes tightly to avoid looking at Mo Beichen.

Seeing his wife's pitiful yet funny appearance, Mo Beichen smiled, but then suppressed the smile.

No, you can't laugh. My wife is too shy.

Mo Beichen gently helped Yun Qingluo lie down and covered her with a blanket.

Yun Qingluo reached out to pull the blanket up, but Mo Beichen stopped her.

"Sweetie, I'll go get some hot water to wash your face before you go to sleep."

After saying that, Mo Beichen walked out.

Yun Qingluo then opened her eyes. Strangely, she seemed to have stopped hiccuping now that she was lying flat.

How embarrassing!

She completely ruined the perfect flirting atmosphere, leaving not a trace.

"You little brat, how dare you laugh at me! You're punished to keep making medicine tonight. You're not allowed to sleep until you've made a hundred bottles."

Xiao Yi was frustrated and aggrieved. "Why? You were the one who started crying first, hmph."

Xiao Yi's hiccups had long since stopped. Although Yun Qingluo was curious about how a machine could hiccup, she didn't pay much attention to it.

"I'm serious, I need an antidote..." Yun Qingluo hadn't finished speaking when Mo Beichen came in.

Yun Qinglu felt a pang of panic and quickly closed her eyes, the embarrassment from before resurfacing.

Mo Beichen chuckled and didn't force her.

She walked to the bedside, wet a handkerchief, wrung it out, and carefully and gently wiped Yun Qingluo's face.

Yun Qingluo relaxed her brows comfortably, but her eyes remained closed as she quietly enjoyed Mo Beichen's service.

Just as Mo Beichen brushed his ear, Yun Qingluo suddenly spoke, "Achen?"

"Yes, I'm here. Luo Luo, what's wrong?" Mo Beichen replied hurriedly.

"Ah Chen, you won't be alone anymore. You have me, and the baby..."

My family is your family, my relatives are your relatives, and we will be very, very happy.

Mo Beichen stiffened upon hearing this, but quickly recovered and nodded, saying, "Yes, I have Luoluo, I have a child, and I will never be alone again for the rest of my life."

Yun Qingluo frowned as if remembering something, and said, "Yun Yiyi doesn't count."

Mo Beichen chuckled softly, "Yes, she's not worthy. I didn't count her."

Yun Qinglu smiled and continued, "Achen, your mother has never blamed you. She has actually been reincarnated and is living a simple, ordinary, but happy life."

Although Mo Beichen knew that Yun Qingluo was comforting him, he felt much better.

From childhood to adulthood, the words he heard most often were: "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, your mother wouldn't have died. You're a jinx!"

Luo Luo was the first person to say she didn't blame him.

Mo Beichen said softly, "Yes, I know. Otherwise, why would she never visit me in my dreams? She must have already been reincarnated."

His voice carried a hint of longing and regret.

Yun Qingluo sighed, "Achen, after the baby is born, shall we take the baby to see Mother Consort?"

Mo Beichen trembled and whispered "Okay".

Yun Qinglu smiled gently, "Achen, I am so happy. I am happy that you like me, I am happy that I like you too, and I am happy that we have the fruit of our love."

Mo Beichen looked at Yun Qingluo with gentle eyes and doting eyes, admiring the bright smile on her lips.

Silly girl, I'm happy too.

Yun Qingluo was sleepy and fell asleep halfway through talking about random things.

Mo Beichen gently placed her hand under the covers and tucked her in.

He stared at her intently, scrutinizing her eyebrows, nose, lips, and down to her collar.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed; the color was off.