Nighthawk felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing the unreadable voice and dared not reply.
Ayu was also woken up by her father, and she opened her big, wet eyes and tilted her head to look at him.
Yan Beimo noticed it, lowered his eyes, and suddenly said something.
"Your mother doesn't want you anymore, don't you cry and look for her?"
Ayu is very well-behaved, not shy around strangers, and rarely cries.
He couldn't understand his father's words, so he snuggled up, found a comfortable spot in his father's arms, and closed his eyes.
Yan Beimo, "---
He grabbed the soft, tender face of the little dumpling and forced him to wake up.
Ayu pouted, looking at him with a confused expression.
"Sleep for no reason, go find your mother."
Upon hearing this, Night Hawk immediately went to make arrangements.
Night had fallen, but the entire capital city of Jiankang was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Under the emperor's feet, where every inch of land is precious, the inner city is filled with high-ranking officials and nobles, and the various wards and markets are brightly lit with lanterns, bustling with crowds.
Under the overlapping moonlight, the thirty-six palace towers stood tall at the Vermilion Bird Gate. A low-key, rustic carriage passed through the palace gate and headed straight for the west alley.
Ayu lay dazed in her father's arms, her little head nodding as she dozed off.
Yan Beimo wouldn't let him sleep, keeping his eyelids open.
The father and son stared at each other, wide-eyed.
For a moment, all around was silent.
Upon arriving at the gate of a residence in West Alley, Nighthawk stopped the carriage and opened the door.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived."
Yan Beimo got off the carriage carrying the baby in his arms.
He glanced at the closed door, paused, and then slapped Ayu on the butt.
Ayu winced in pain and stared at him with wide eyes.
"cry."
The night hawk following behind, "---"
Seeing that he wasn't crying, Yan Beimo slapped him again.
Ah Yu's eyes reddened with grievance, her dark pupils misted over, and she pouted as she sobbed softly.
Yan Beimo was satisfied. He picked him up and pushed open the door, but as soon as he saw the scene in the courtyard, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
Under the moonlight, Chu Changning, dressed in a light green lake dress, sat at a stone table under a tree.
Opposite them was a young man in an indigo blue ruyi (a type of traditional Chinese robe). The two were talking about something, and the scholar had a shy smile on his face.
Hearing the door open, the two turned around at the same time.
“Ayu.”
Chu Changning was overjoyed, stood up, and hurried towards him.
Yan Beimo's gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment before he looked at her and said calmly.
"He was crying and wanted to find you."
Chu Changning was slightly taken aback. She quickly looked at Ayu and saw that his eyes were red and he was reaching out to her with a pitiful expression. She quickly took the child from him.
The scholar was stunned when he saw this.
Is this young lady married?
He hesitated, wanting to ask a question, but met a pair of cold eyes that sent a chill down his spine.
Yan Beimo stared at him for a while, his expression indifferent, without any change in his eyes.
The scholar felt a chill run down his spine. Judging from the man's clothes, he must be a nobleman.
He turned his head away, anger rising within him. He had thought this young woman was a wealthy lady, but it turned out she was the mistress of a high-ranking official, kept outside, and even had a child with him.
Chu Changning felt sorry for the baby in her arms and couldn't bother to appease the scholar anymore. She gestured to Taozhi, who was standing in a daze under the corridor, to shoo him away.
Taozhi quickly came to her senses, came out, and stuffed the things on the stone table into the scholar's arms.
"Young master, you should go back first. My young lady really doesn't need it."
That day, when they went to the outskirts, their carriage broke down, so they hitched a ride with this young master. After discovering that he lived nearby, he kept bothering the princess, harboring ill intentions.
"It's really late."
The scholar glanced at the gentle young woman carrying the child back into the house, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
He turned to leave, but couldn't help glancing at the figure walking in.
Under the moonlight, the man stood tall and elegant, his features as white as frost and snow. He slowly strolled over, like a noble young master from heaven, exuding an air of aloofness and pride.
He couldn't help but feel ashamed and lowered his head, leaving with a embarrassed expression.
Yan Beimo climbed the stone steps, glanced back casually, and caught the scholar's gaze.
The two men's eyes met, and the scholar was startled. He quickly looked away and walked away, looking embarrassed.
Yan Beimo remained calm and gave a wink to Ye Ying, who was guarding the door.
Nighthawk understood, lowered his head, and closed the door.
"Night Seven".
Ye Qi, who had been hiding in the shadows, immediately appeared.
Nighthawk glanced at him and said coldly.
"kill."
Ye San nodded and quickly disappeared into the alley.
Xiao Yan lay on the roof and heard the voices of the guards below. He squinted his eyes.
When the Emperor of Qi first entered, he seemed indifferent on the surface, so why was he secretly killing people?
This young nobleman raised in a prestigious family in Yandu is truly ruthless and disregards human life.
He straightened up, glanced at the main house lit by candlelight, held his breath, and leaped off the roof.
Inside the main house.
Chu Changning carried her son and placed him on the couch. Looking at Yan Beimo who had followed her in, she opened her mouth to shoo him away.
"Since Your Majesty has sent Ayu here, let him stay a few more days. You can come and pick him up when you have time."
Yan Beimo glanced around at the surroundings and said in a low voice, "You want my son to live in such a shabby place?"
"---"
Chu Changning subconsciously glanced at his room. Although the room was quiet and elegant, it had everything he needed; it was far from being shabby.
She couldn't help but think of Li Beichaoge's Xin Palace. She pursed her lips, ignored him, and looked at her beloved son on the bed.
Ayu couldn't sleep on the tatami mat, so she stuck her little bottom out and got up, tugging at her sleeve and shaking it, while rolling into her arms.
Chu Changning hugged him, looked at his red eyes from crying, and tenderly wiped them with a handkerchief.
Why are you crying like that?
The child changes every day. After a few days, he has grown up again, with chubby, fair and tender cheeks and moist lips. He is extremely adorable, except that his eyes are slightly red and swollen from crying.
She sighed inwardly and kissed him tenderly.
Perhaps Ayu smelled a familiar scent, because she grabbed her dress and nuzzled against her chest.
Yan Beimo leaned against the small couch next to him. Seeing the mother and son's actions, he slammed down the teacup, attracting their attention.
Ayu glanced at her father, whose expression was unfriendly, and then snuggled even closer into her mother's soft, fragrant arms.
Chu Changning frowned, puzzled. "It's the middle of the night, aren't you leaving?"
"The palace gates are all closed, where do you expect me to go?"
"---"
Even if an emperor leaves the palace, are there still palace restrictions?
Chu Changning didn't believe him and said bluntly, "I don't have any spare rooms here. Go find an inn to stay at."
Yan Beimo ignored her, got off the bed, picked up the son from her arms, and started to walk out.
"---"
Ayu didn't want to leave, so she kicked her little legs, stretched her arms, and looked at her mother behind her, crying.
Chu Changning was so angry that he walked over and tried to snatch his son away.
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