She had actually made her son cry. Qian Shengyan was flustered and quickly picked Yuanshou up and coaxed him gently for a long time.

Fortunately, Yuan Shou is a reasonable child. He didn't cry much when he was little, and he's just as easy to coax as he's grown up. Before long, he went from crying to laughing, and he burst into laughter even with tears still on his chubby face.

Yinzhen wasn't angry. He just stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching Qian Shengyan act cute and funny with her ten-month-old son. After watching for a while, he felt that he couldn't help but laugh too.

He didn't understand why, even though both families had sons, Li's place was always noisy and bothered him, while Dongyou Courtyard, though not quiet, was lively and he liked it.

Is it his bias, or... is there really a difference?

Before Yinzhen could react, a soft hand touched his face. He smiled slightly, hugged the chubby boy who rushed towards him, and before they could rekindle their father-son bond, the chubby boy opened his mouth and shouted a newly learned word: "Send!"

After Yuan Shou finished speaking, seeing that his father didn't react, he became a little anxious and called out "Father!" again, "Send it away!" Then he patted his chest vigorously and shouted again, "Send it away!"

This is what people want for gifts; they've even come up with new words for it.

Yinzhen smiled, pinched his chubby little hand, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, Father will give Yuanshou a New Year's gift."

"Father! Father!" Yuan Shou exclaimed happily, his little body arching in Yin Zhen's arms, his chubby cheeks jiggling with joy, his smiling, crescent-shaped black eyes making him both adorable and beautiful.

Yinzhen couldn't help but laugh again, raising his hand to gently pinch the child's cheek before pulling the child even closer into his arms.

They are definitely different...

"Yuanshou, Yuanshou, come and see!" Qian Shengyan called to Yuanshou, who was holding up a small rabbit-shaped ice lantern. Sure enough, Yuanshou was delighted and started to wriggle outwards, stretching out his arms and shouting, "Eh! Eh!"

Seeing her son's anxious state, Qian Shengyan decided to tease him again. She picked up the ice lantern and said, "This is Mother's, it's mine, not Yuanshou's."

"Yuan Yuan! Yuan Yuan!" Yuan Shou cried out anxiously, patting himself. Yin Zhen chuckled and snatched the ice lantern from the child's arms.

Yuan Shou was pleased, but Qian Shengyan was angry. She snorted at Yinzhen, tossed her hair, and turned back to her inner room.

Yuan Shou, having received the ice lantern, no longer wanted it even from his father. He was originally supposed to be sleeping, his eyelids almost closing with sleepiness, but he suddenly opened them again to look at the rabbit lantern, muttering, "Yuan...of..."

"It belongs to Yuan Shou. Mother won't take it away, Father promises." Yinzhen patiently coaxed the child, and then placed the ice lantern in front of the window, promising that he could see it when he opened the window the next morning.

After much effort and coaxing, Yuan Shou finally fell asleep, reluctantly holding onto his fingers tightly until the very end.

Yinzhen looked at his chubby face, his slightly curly hair that was just like his own, and his thick eyelashes and rosy lips, which resembled Qian Shengyan.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as he gently stroked Yuan Shou's chubby little hand. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the room, he couldn't help but imitate Qian Shengyan and gently place a kiss on Yuan Shou's cheek: "Sleep well, baby."

Yinzhen thought that after coaxing the child, he would have to go back to the room to coax Qian Shengyan, but he did not expect to see Qian Shengyan cracking small walnuts while reading a play script and occasionally letting out strange laughter.

He was somewhat surprised, and after drinking half a cup of tea, he said, "I thought you were really angry."

"How could that be? Yuan Shou is so young, and he is the son of the Prince and me." Qian Shengyan replied with a smile, and handed a plate of peeled walnuts to Yinzhen. "I love and protect him more than enough, how could I possibly hold a grudge against him?"

"Hmph, you're quite sensible." Yinzhen chuckled and scolded, picking up a walnut kernel and stuffing it into Qian Shengyan's lips. "For being so sensible, I will reward you."

"Then this servant will thank you and accept the reward." After Qian Shengyan finished speaking, she opened her mouth to eat the walnut kernel, but Yinzhen pinched her chin.

Su Peisheng and Qingxue hurriedly led everyone away. Qian Shengyan had just made a soft "uh" sound, but before she could say anything, someone covered her lips with a kiss...

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, the palace officially began its holiday. The Emperor put down his writing brush, and the ministers, who had been busy until the end of the year, could finally rest.

Qian Shengyan and Granny Lin had already prepared the gift list, and the number of invitations from the gatekeeper had finally decreased. All the gifts that needed to be given had been given, and the New Year holiday had officially begun.

...But Qian Shengyan noticed that Yinzhen seemed even more irritable than a few days ago.

He was holding a book, but he either didn't turn a page for a long time or flipped through it very quickly, clearly looking distracted.

He easily gets lost in thought when playing with Yuan Shou, and sometimes it takes several calls of "Ama" from the children to bring him back to his senses.

That night, after they finished their lovemaking, they lay in bed. Qian Shengyan was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, but Yinzhen kept tossing and turning beside her, preventing her from falling asleep. Helpless, Qian Shengyan snuggled into the covers and hugged his arm, mumbling, "Master, what's wrong? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"It's nothing," Yinzhen sighed. Qian Shengyan responded drowsily, snuggling closer to the warm source of heat, and was about to fall asleep.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she was suddenly woken up by Yinzhen. Qian Shengyan was a little annoyed and couldn't help but kick him, but then she heard Yinzhen say in her ear, "Why don't you go and check on your thirteenth brother?"

"Hmm." Qian Shengyan hummed casually. The heat finally subsided, and Qian Shengyan finally drifted into a deep dream.

When Qian Shengyan woke up the next day, she sat on the bed for a long time, hugging the quilt, before she vaguely remembered that Yinzhen seemed to have said something last night. But no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't remember. Just as she was about to ask the man, she saw Yinzhen, who was already dressed, come in carrying the little dumpling.

This man doesn't actually have the tradition of "holding grandchildren but not children." He's quite skilled at holding children now, and Yuan Shou is very happy in his arms, his little body jiggling around, looking extremely pleased.

Qian Shengyan hurriedly got up to pay her respects, but Yinzhen waved his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed, then put Yuanshou on the bed and let him lie down and play by himself.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why don't you go and take a look at your thirteenth brother's residence?"

Qian Shengyan exclaimed "Ah!" as her hazy memories finally came to light. She remembered the words Yinzhen had hesitated to say last night. Slightly flustered, she straightened her back and widened her eyes: "This servant? Is this servant capable?"

Yinzhen, who was initially somewhat uncertain, was amused by her appearance and made the final decision: "Alright, you're the one."

Qian Shengyan: ...

That bastard!

I'm just a little princess, why should I have to go out and do errands for him!

Thinking of the confined primary wife and secondary primary wife, Qian Shengyan felt for the first time that the fish in the moat were caught in the crossfire...

She even considered advising Yinzhen, "As a prince, shouldn't you have more people in your harem? Such a large courtyard with only a few people living there looks so lonely!"