Hutuli noticed that her mother had arrived, and the anger in her heart immediately dissipated.

As Changning walked inside, she asked, "What's wrong? Is that old nanny Yin now acting like she's superior because of her age? The young maids in the courtyard don't listen to you, they only listen to that old nanny?"

Hutu stuck out her tongue: "She is quite respectful and attentive to me, but she loves to meddle. Everyone in the courtyard, big and small, has to be bossed around by her. Except for Sister Yulan and another Granny Tao, everyone else has to listen to her."

Changning nodded: "Then she's someone who likes to take on responsibilities and control. Such a person is also capable. If she is loyal, you should use her talents wisely. Since she likes to control, you should assign her the difficult tasks and not let her always be around."

Hutuli smiled and took her mother's arm: "I understand, thank you for teaching me, Mother. You really have a way with me."

Changning tapped her forehead with her finger: "Learn well, managing people and affairs is an art. If I leave home in the future, I will entrust the management of Qingzhi Courtyard to you."

Hutuli patted his chest and said, "Mother is relieved. I guarantee I'll take good care of things for you."

"Alright, I got it. In a couple of days, you'll come with me to my maternal grandparents' house. Your second aunt just had a daughter, and we'll go to congratulate her."

"My second aunt has given birth to another little sister! Moyaqi is so happy this time. She keeps saying she wants a little sister!" Hutuli was happy at first, then she rubbed against Changning and said in a coquettish tone, "Mother, I want a little sister too. I don't like my stinky little brother."

"Nonsense, your brother smells good, not bad."

"Oh dear, Mother, look at Fei Yang! He used to be so cute, always listening to his older sister and brother. Now he's such a troublemaker, he's really annoying. You should have a cute little sister instead!"

Changning shrugged, indicating her helplessness: "This matter is not up to your mother to decide!"

Hutuli pursed his lips: "Okay."

"Alright, stop thinking about it and go to sleep."

"I know, Mother. You should get some rest too."

After visiting the three children, Changning returned to her room and began writing a letter to Yinzhen. She wrote in detail how Hutuli had handled the matter of the little maid, and even praised her daughter for increasingly displaying the demeanor of a princess.

The next morning, as expected, I made jujube paste cake, millet porridge, shrimp dumplings, beef shumai, and other dishes according to the children's tastes.

Changning was drinking his savory tofu pudding, and he added a lot of chili oil to it, making it a bright red mess.

Hutuli watched from the side, hissing, "Mother, you can really handle spicy food! Aren't you going to drink some water?"

Changning's lips were also bright red: "No need, it feels great this way. You guys really don't want to try it?"

Fei Yanga shook his head vigorously, jokingly saying that even looking at his mother's bowl of tofu pudding made his butt hurt.

Feng Sheng'e also refused, and even advised, "Mother, eating too much spicy food can hurt your stomach."

Looking at Feng Sheng'e's mature appearance beyond his years, Changning sighed and remarked that the child was exactly like Yinzhen.

After the meal, the children went off to play. Changning kept Fengsheng behind and asked him about the little eunuch.

Feng Sheng'e remained calm: "Father said that those around us will do anything to gain favor and rise in rank, and they will use all sorts of tricks to please their masters. We just need to pick and choose what is beneficial and useful to us. The rest of us will naturally know what to do."

Changning nodded to herself; Yinzhen was right about that. A leader's expression and preferences are like a passing breeze; wherever the wind blows, those below will naturally follow suit.

This has always been the case throughout history.

Feng Sheng'e was so steady and intelligent that there was nothing for her to worry about, so Changning didn't say much, but just patted his shoulder: "Good son, you have always been sensible, your mother believes in you."

Feng Sheng's face flushed slightly. His mother's praise made him feel quite satisfied; after all, he was still just a child.

After dealing with the eldest child's matter, Changning then dealt with the youngest son's matter.

Hongmin is gentle, loves to laugh, and doesn't like to cry. He especially loves the scent of his mother, and he is incredibly well-behaved whenever he is in Changning's arms.

Changning also loved holding him, looking into his clear, bright eyes, which were practically identical to Yinzhen's, and her heart ached even more for him. He gave her a soft, toothless smile, and had a pleasant, milky scent that melted Changning's heart.

Children are truly like angels.

The other son, Hongchen, was the complete opposite.

He's like a little devil.

Hongchen has a terrible temper and cries at the drop of a hat. He cries if he's not full from breastfeeding; he cries if no one fans him while he sleeps; he cries if his wet nurse wears clothes he doesn't like.

Several times, Changning had no idea why he was crying. He just kept wailing at the top of his lungs, which was heartbreaking to hear, and she worried that he might ruin his voice by crying like that.

Large tears fell in a steady stream, which broke Changning's heart.

It wasn't until his wet nurse discovered that his favorite little tiger doll wasn't in his arms that he started crying incessantly.

As soon as Changning handed him the doll, he laughed and even blew a snot bubble from his nose.

Changning wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but sigh, "It really is true that the dragon has nine sons, each different from the other!"

Her four sons and one daughter all have different personalities.

Not long after, Bai Zhu detected a pregnancy pulse.

Changning was shocked. Counting the days, she must have gotten pregnant some time ago when she was giving Yinzhen some tonics.

She was worried about her health, as her two sons had only been born for six months and she was pregnant again so soon. So she asked Bai Zhu to prepare more medicinal meals to replenish her vital energy.

To everyone's surprise, Bai Shu said that her body was exceptionally good, that she had a rare and easily fertile constitution, and that she recovered easily and would not suffer any damage during childbirth.

Changning pondered that this might be a sign that Heaven favors the fool.

It's already tough enough that I transmigrated here, but I've been given a cheat code.

On the other side, Yinzhen was overjoyed when he received the letter.

Yao Xian is indeed a lucky star.

I just want to have a little princess now.

She already has five sons, but only two daughters, which is a bit too few.

At this point, Yinzhen flipped through his wife's letters and mentioned that Yierha was already twelve years old. If they didn't want the child to be raised in a foreign land, then they could start discussing marriage arrangements now.

To avoid panicking before a suitable candidate has been found.

Yinzhen was also pondering this question.

If you want to find a reliable and well-known family for Yierha, then the Fujin's maternal family, the Ulanara clan, would be a better choice.

The Fujin was Yierha's legal mother, and the two also had a mother-daughter relationship. Over the years, the Fujin had treated her with genuine sincerity.