He won't be a prince for more than three to five years.

Will she fake her death later, or what?

and……

What if Changsheng knew that Lu Wujiu wasn't his biological uncle?

How will we face this in the future?

After much deliberation, Su Jiaoniang felt that this was inappropriate.

“Tell your father that he can remarry under his legitimate identity in the future. For now, just live like this. Whether he has that title or not is not important. In any case, he won’t go out and find other women just because he doesn’t have a legal wife.”

"All men in the world are heartless, Mother. Aren't you worried that my father is a bad man too!"

"Why worry? I can live without him!"

Human nature cannot withstand testing.

No matter how deep the love, it will be utterly defeated when faced with temptation.

A story of one love for one lifetime is something to yearn for and something to feel wistful about, simply because it is so beautiful and so rare.

Rare things are always celebrated.

Ordinary things are just ordinary.

How long can Lu Wujiu hold on? Will he give her the answer of a lifetime of monogamy? She can't say for sure, but at this moment, her affection is still very deep.

When emotions run deep, it's hard to control them.

Therefore, it's best to just focus on the present moment.

If he is heartless, she will turn around and leave.

Upon hearing Su Jiaoniang's idea, Lu Wujiu had no choice but to abandon his half-finished plan. He glanced at Su Jiaoniang and said, "Xiao Changsheng wants to come here to see you. Come in plain clothes!"

"Does it affect you?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

Lu Wujiu shook his head.

The situation is gradually stabilizing.

I cut two plump leeks.

With the disaster relief funds secured, the national treasury was even significantly replenished.

Given the current situation, the regent seems to have taken a break.

Of course, it won't be completely leisurely either.

The demise of the Wang and Lu families does not mean the end of their lineage.

A single spark can start a prairie fire; with a spring breeze, the Wang family might just be able to restore their power once again.

That day!

it's clear.

The ground turned silvery-white.

The sparrows in the trees outside were chirping and chattering.

Su Jiaoniang walked out of the room and happened to see Changsheng walking in from outside.

Changsheng followed behind Lu Wujiu.

The moment he saw Su Jiaoniang, he called out to the person.

He glanced down at Su Jiaoniang's belly and asked, "When will this little brother be born?"

"Next autumn!"

Born in early autumn, postpartum care is difficult!

However, it is a harvest season, and those born in this season will not go hungry.

"You've lost weight!" Su Jiaoniang looked at Changsheng, who had grown taller, and then at his long hair.

The image of that silly, goofy little boy in my mind vanished in an instant.

At this moment, Changsheng already had the beginnings of an emperor.

He's neither fat nor thin, and you can feel some thin muscles on his body.

"Yes, I've lost weight and my hair has grown longer. I'm taller now too. If I run into that big black dog again, I can kill it all by myself!" Changsheng said, his eyes filled with memories and nostalgia.

He grabbed Su Jiaoniang's arm and shook it a few times, saying, "Godmother, I don't want to be the emperor. I want to be your son and eat delicious food every day."

"Nonsense!" He reached out and poked Changsheng on the forehead.

Su Jiaoniang had a smile on her face.

Xiao Changsheng remained the same as before in her presence.

Silly and dazed.

So cute!

Although deep down you know that the emperor isn't really a fool.

This current state might be a pretense, or it might be a genuine desire to return to the past.

But regardless of the reason, Xiao Changsheng was a child she had raised for a long time.

"What would you like to eat? Your godmother will make it for you."

"I want to eat jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), grilled pork belly, grilled lamb chops, and spicy chicken!" After saying that, she pursed her lips: "I also want to eat glutinous rice with egg and chicken leg wrapped rice!"

"%..." Su Jiaoniang stared at Changsheng's belly for a few moments.

This child is so hungry, but unfortunately, his little belly is too small to hold all that food!

"I'll make some for you. Why don't you go play with Xiaoya?"

“Little Ya has grown up now, let her older brother take care of her, and let her spend the rest of the time talking to Gu Lingzhi!” Lu Wujiu suddenly said.

Su Jiaoniang raised an eyebrow.

He nodded.

Lu Wujiu is arranging a way out for Gu Lingzhi, and she will not interfere or interrupt him.

Changsheng was thus brought before Xiaoya by the steward.

The little girl is still drawing right now.

A corner of the Prince's Mansion as depicted in the painting.

The pencil made my fingers all dirty.

The paper wasn't covered in black ink. You could still see a beautiful landscape on it.

Feng Yuwei nodded from time to time.

Xiao Ya is indeed talented in painting.

He's just very unbalanced in his studies.

I still haven't been able to play the complete version of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" on the piano.

"Little Ya!" Changsheng said.

Hearing the noise outside, Feng Yuwei paused, turned around, and saw the young emperor, dressed in plain clothes, standing there.

A simple, honest smile appeared on his face.

This smile is something you won't see anywhere else.

Little Ya stood up happily: "Brother Changsheng, you've grown taller!"

She skipped over to Changsheng, compared her height to his, and found that she was still shorter. The little girl wasn't sad, she touched Changsheng's arm, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Are you not eating or sleeping well here? Are you not dressed well? You've lost weight!"

"Yes, I can't eat or sleep well. I want to go back, but my uncle won't let me. He's a bad guy, a big bad guy!"

"You're not allowed to say that!" Xiao Ya frowned.

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