Reborn on the Wedding Night, the摄政王妃 Says She Was Wrong

A possessive and obsessive Prince? A dark-bellied Princess Consort with the support of a system that grants mastery over both medicine and poison. A journey of mutual devotion...

Mobeichen, t...

Chapter 162 Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

He glanced at Yun Qingluo with guilt, all the desire in his eyes vanishing completely.

"Good girl, I'll take good care of you." Mo Beichen reached out and straightened Yun Qingluo's clothes.

Yun Qingluo lulled the two little ones to sleep.

Mo Beichen sat to the side, watching Yun Qingluo softly hum a sweet tune, coaxing the two little ones to sleep.

Is this what motherly love is?

Mo Beichen's mother died in childbirth, and he never experienced a single day of maternal love.

If his mother hadn't died, would she have so gently lulled him to sleep as an infant?

Mo Beichen didn't know, and didn't want to know.

Luo Luo once said that people who dwell on the past cannot enjoy the present, let alone embrace the future.

He now has a gentle and lovely wife and two well-behaved and clever children; he is very happy.

Mo Beichen quietly stepped out of the tent and looked up at the sky.

Mother, have you seen this? Your son has become a father.

Yun Qingluo watched Mo Beichen's departing figure without saying a word. She knew what A-Chen was thinking and didn't go out to disturb him.

The next day, when Yun Qingluo woke up, there were two little ones staring at her with bright eyes beside her; Mo Beichen was not there.

Yun Qingluo hurriedly got up. Was yesterday just a dream?

"Ah Chen, Ah Chen?" Yun Qingluo called out hurriedly.

Mo Beichen lifted the curtain and peeked in, quickly replying, "I'm here, I'm here, Luo Luo, what's wrong?"

Yun Qingluo looked up and stared at Mo Beichen with her wet eyes. Seeing his nervous expression, Yun Qingluo stepped forward, reached out and held Mo Beichen's dry and warm hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Qingluo said slowly, "I thought I was dreaming."

Mo Beichen walked in with a pained expression and hugged Yun Qingluo, saying, "Luoluo, be good. I finally found you, be good."

Yun Qingluo nestled in his arms, remaining silent for a long time.

The two little ones woke up very early, drank their milk, played for a while, and then fell asleep again.

Yun Qingluo stepped out of the tent and had just finished washing up with the hot water when Mo Beichen brought her a bowl of chicken soup.

Yun Qingluo smiled and said, "Achen is here. That's good."

Xiao Yi said irritably, "You know your own body best, so go ahead and do whatever you want."

Yun Qingluo smiled faintly, "Xiao Yi will heal me in a moment, right?"

Xiao Yi, who had been irritable for several days, snorted coldly and ignored Yun Qingluo.

Mo Beichen sat down next to Yun Qingluo and watched her drink her soup.

Looking at her beloved, Yun Qingluo chuckled and said, "Achen, why aren't you drinking?"

Mo Beichen said indulgently, "I prefer to feed you."

Yun Qinglu glared at him and looked away.

"You're still injured, you need to rest and recover properly. You're not allowed to go fishing in the river anymore," Yun Qingluo said seriously after finishing her chicken soup.

Mo Beichen hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded gently in agreement under Yun Qingluo's insistence.

There were still many dishes in the system, and Yun Qingluo thought about cooking a good meal for lunch.

So after Mo Beichen finished tidying up, he pulled him along to help with the chores.

She wanted to eat hot rice and fragrant dishes.

Yun Qingluo tossed a few potatoes and some leftover chicken from yesterday to Mo Beichen, asking him to peel, wash, and chop the potatoes, and also prepare the chicken.

Given her own poor health, where she would get out of breath after just one step, Yun Qingluo could only guide Mo Beichen from the sidelines.

Fortunately, the system contained the seasoning for braised chicken that Yun Qingluo had unintentionally hoarded in her previous life.

So the process of making Dapanji went very smoothly.

Yun Qingluo then asked Mo Beichen to cook a few more dishes, including two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a pork rib soup, which made lunch.

"Ah Chen, when do you think that idiot Mo Feng will finally find us?" Yun Qingluo sat by the fire, wearing a cloak, chatting idly with Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen shook his head. "Luo Luo, don't worry, you'll find us soon."

Now that Luo Luo is unwell, she naturally can no longer stay here.

Fortunately, they haven't crossed the border here and are still within Tianmo's territory, which will make it easier for them to leave later.

It's true what they say, "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

In the afternoon, while Yun Qingluo was making dumplings with Mo Beichen, Mo Feng and his men found them.

"Your Highness! Your Highness?" Mo Feng stepped forward, bowed with delight, and then addressed Yun Qingluo in an uncertain tone.

The princess before him was simply too beautiful for him to reconcile with the bright and cheerful image he remembered.

That deathly pale face and the willow-like figure that seemed about to be blown away by the wind were truly terrifying.

Could it be that the princess is having a difficult childbirth?

Mo Feng's face turned ashen at this thought, but seeing the calm expressions on the two people's faces, it really didn't seem like it.

Soon, Mo Feng's question was answered.

Because the two little ones inside the tent started crying.

Mo Feng was stunned when he heard two cries.

"This, this, the princess is carrying twins, a boy and a girl?" Mo Feng exchanged a surprised glance with the general behind him, and exclaimed in shock.

Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows and nodded calmly.

"Of course my queen is amazing," Mo Beichen said calmly, praising Yun Qingluo.

Yun Qingluo, who was turning to go into the tent, heard Mo Beichen's words and glared at him.

He then said to Mo Feng, "Let's rest here tonight and leave early tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Mo Feng bowed and said, "I will obey the Princess's orders."

The princess's words were not without reason. It was already getting dark, and they wouldn't be able to go far before it got dark again.

Since they weren't very familiar with the area, it was best for them not to walk at night.

If we leave early tomorrow morning, we can go out by evening.

Mo Feng glanced at his lord discreetly, and once again sighed in his heart: Love is truly great.

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