Shang Changge was not a dull person; after a little thought, he understood the cause and effect.

General Xiao spent little time with his father during his childhood, and this continued into adulthood; the relationship between father and son was never close, and they rarely spoke to each other.

So now that Xiao Ji has become a father, he doesn't know how to get along with his child.

Looking back at myself...

Although she was an orphan, she had an older brother.

Her eldest brother is like a father and mother to her, and he can be quite talkative when he cares about her, so she has no trouble communicating with her children.

Shang Changge frowned in deep thought and came up with a bad idea: "This is simple. Look. You are very good at expressing your love for me. Why don't you do the same for Li'er?"

Xiao Ji sighed. He had tried it too: "It's different. A wife is a wife, and a son is a son. I've tried, but it doesn't work."

Shang Changge couldn't think of a good solution for the time being, so she turned around and hugged the man for comfort, settling for second best:

"It's okay, if you don't know how to get along, you don't know how to get along. I'm here for you. I'll tell Li'er how much you love him."

Xiao Ji let out a pleasant, deep laugh and readily accepted the suggestion: "Very well, thank you, Madam."

The baby's one-month celebration was still ongoing, and the couple, as hosts, still had to go out to entertain guests, so they didn't get to spend much time together.

Today's banquet was very grand, with top-notch food and wine served. At the end, both hosts and guests were delighted.

Time flies.

Month after month, year after year.

When Xiao Li was three months old, he learned to roll over while playing with Shang Changge and Xiao Ji. His mother held him and praised him a lot, and his father patted his head and smiled and praised him for being very good.

When Xiao Li was seven months old, he was sucking his thumb and called out "Dad" to Xiao Ji, who had just finished feeding him.

Xiao Ji was stunned for a long time before responding. He put down his son's small bowl and chopsticks, picked him up and held him in his arms, his handsome face beaming with a deep smile.

When Shang Changge learned of this, she was extremely jealous. Fortunately, half a month later, little Xiao Li sweetly called her "Mother," and the old mother stopped feeling envious and jealous.

The seven-month-old human cub could already crawl. While Xiao Ji was resting on the bed,

The little guy regarded his father, who was nearly two meters tall and had a strong physique, as a mountain, and tried to 'climb' the mountain with his babyish humming and hawing.

Unfortunately, it never succeeded even once.

Every time Shang Changge saw it, she couldn't stop laughing, watching the little one crawling around with his little bottom sticking out, and then falling back onto the bed with a thud.

Perhaps because he was tired from climbing and had used up too much energy, the little guy would often slump back onto the bed after climbing.

They would all tilt their soft, fragrant bodies to one side, mimicking their parents lying flat on the bed.

Then, staring intently at the top of the curtain, his soft, bouncy face blankly displayed a resigned, defeated expression.

But giving up is impossible. Once he's rested enough, little Xiao Li will make a comeback and try again to complete his great undertaking of "climbing mountains" and "crossing mountains and valleys".

Xiao Ji, the old father, didn't help at all, just lay there letting his son climb him like a mountain.

She watched her son fail time and time again with a smile, and when Tuanzi was so tired that he gave up, she reached out and picked Tuanzi up with one hand and put him on her body.

At this moment, Tuanzi would happily clap her little hands and call Xiao Ji "Daddy" in her soft, baby voice.

After Xiao Ji responded, she opened her little hands and plopped down on her father, then closed her eyes to go to sleep.

The fact that Xiao Ji was used as a bed, hmm...

Little Li said: I learned it from my mother!

Shang Changge, the elderly mother whose 'bed' was taken away, could only take a step back and sleep next to Xiao Ji, using her husband's arm as a pillow.

By nine months old, Xiao Li was able to stand up and take a few steps with someone's help.

By the second half of his ninth month, Xiao Li had unlocked a new skill: finding things to hold onto, and then standing up and walking on his own while holding onto those things.

Both Shang Changge and Xiao Ji were very pleased with this.

After feeling relieved, I bought my son a bigger crib with higher guardrails.

Little Xiao Li, who was about to complete his mission of climbing over the small bed: ...? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The child had many questions and felt that his mother and father were really unreasonable!

On a first birthday, a traditional custom is called "grasping the objects to predict the future."

The first birthday banquet was just as extravagant as the full moon celebration, and there were also many items placed on the table during the first birthday celebration.

Little Xiao Li was very ambitious. With his left hand, he grabbed at his mother's black iron longsword, and with his right hand, he grabbed at the spear that had been with his father for many years.

It won thunderous applause and endless praise!

Regardless of his age, Xiao Li is very polite, just as his name suggests.

With her smiling face and politeness, she won everyone's favor and naturally became the group's darling.

While everyone adored the little guy, they were all wondering how the princess and the general, whose personalities were not very likable, could have given birth to such an obedient child.

Could it be... that two negatives make a positive?

That year, in spring.

Xiao Li is already two years old. After his birthday on August 10th this year, he will no longer be a two-year-old but a three-year-old.

However, August 10th hasn't arrived yet; it's only the beginning of spring.

This spring, Qingyan has a major event: Shang Changze is going to hold a belated coronation ceremony.

After the late emperor and empress dowager passed away one after the other, Shang Changze observed a four-year mourning period.

The coronation ceremony has never been held, but now that the mourning period is over, it is time to hold it.

Dusk falls, the sky is ablaze with the colors of sunset, at the Princess's residence.

In spring, everything comes back to life, and the garden, which covers an exaggeratedly large area, is full of vitality.

Some flowers, grasses, and trees have just sprouted tender green buds, some have already grown thick and green branches and leaves, and some have already blossomed with beautiful flowers.

Others are evergreen and bloom in all four seasons, which, together with the rockeries, strange rocks, small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and long corridors in the garden, create a picture of spring scenery in the back garden of the royal family.

At this moment, under an evergreen tree.

There were two figures, one tall and one short. The tall one was the elderly father, Xiao Ji, and the short one was the young Xiao Li.

Xiao Ji stood there.

Xiao Li squatted down in a horse stance, with his palms facing up, each holding a stone of the same weight.

The weather wasn't hot, but the little guy's luxurious robe was already soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

"Has that incense stick not finished burning yet?"

Shang Changge's voice arrived before she did, her lazy tone deliberately raised. Why? Because she felt sorry for her child, who wasn't even three years old yet.

The father and son looked over and laughed at the same time.

Little Xiao Li was more enthusiastic than his father, obediently calling out, "Mother."

Despite the shouts, his small frame remained perfectly still and unwavering, as steady as a mountain.

The voice was no longer a soft, babyish voice, but a tender, childlike voice.

"good."

Shang Changge wanted to pat the child's head and wipe his sweat with a handkerchief, but unfortunately, not even an incense stick's time had passed, so she couldn't help but scold him:

"You silly girl, being so hard on yourself at the most carefree age. What's so good about wanting to be a great general like your father? Learn from your mother, look."

As he spoke, Shang Changge crossed his arms and leaned lazily against General Xiao, looking utterly relaxed and carefree.

"Just let it go and enjoy it."

“Your father is here, and your mother would never bother to stand up by herself. It's too tiring.”

Xiao Ji smiled without saying a word, neither agreeing nor denying his wife's statement.

He naturally put his arm around Shang Changge's waist, not afraid of setting a bad example for the child, and leaned down to kiss the woman's soft lips.

Little Xiao Li was already used to it, and he looked away on his own, but he was extremely happy and his body was not so tired anymore.

Mother still loves Father so much, and Father still loves Mother so much.

My mother and father have always had a wonderful relationship, it's so good!