Now that I've finally seen the person I've been longing for, I feel a sense of peace. As long as I can see her return safely, that's enough. However, Qianluo looks quite thin; I must make sure she gets plenty of nourishment in the future.
Qin Qianluo noticed someone watching her and looked up to meet Su Jinyun's gentle eyes. A sweet smile appeared on her lips.
She mouthed, "Sister Su, it's been a long time." Su Jinyun saw Qin Qianluo's lip movements, smiled and nodded, her gaze softening, and a huge weight was finally lifted from her heart.
The two exchanged a glance, then looked away and continued with the court proceedings. Qin Qianluo quietly acted as the "mascot," listening to the ministers' discussions, but her thoughts were somewhat wandering.
Just then, 001's voice rang out, "Luo Bao, there's a commotion at home."
Qin Qianluo, who was lost in thought, was taken aback. Qin Xiang, who was in the middle of a meeting, was also stunned. The ministers lowered their voices in unison, all secretly watching what would happen next.
Qin Qianluo hurriedly asked, "What happened? Is someone causing trouble at my house? Who's so bold?"
The ministers were also very curious. Indeed, who was so bold as to cause trouble at Princess Qingyun's house? Wasn't that courting death?
001 quickly reassured her, "No, Luobao, it's those two babies. Your aunt hired a wet nurse to feed them, but they won't drink. Your aunt thought goat's milk would be okay, but they won't drink that either. They're crying right now, and everyone in the family is trying to soothe them."
Qin Qianlu was momentarily speechless. "I said I forgot what? I forgot the formula and bottles. Those two kids grew up on formula, they definitely won't like anything else. Look at my memory, I must have disturbed Mommy."
"It's alright, Luo Bao. Ling Xue and the others heard the noise and rushed over. Don't worry, they took the bottles and things; it should be fine in a bit."
Hearing this, Qin Qianluo finally felt relieved. "When we get back from court, we need to give the milk powder and other supplies to the wet nurse. We can't forget again, otherwise the baby will go hungry and disturb Mother."
The ministers were filled with doubt. Princess Qingyun had gone to Xuanyuan Kingdom, how could she have a child? Impossible! Where did this child come from? They looked at Prime Minister Qin, who showed no abnormality, and then looked back at Qin Jiyuan, but could not see anything amiss either.
The Emperor was still pondering the child's origins when he saw his ministers turn their heads in unison. His face darkened. Such an obvious gesture—they were afraid the little girl from the Qin family wouldn't notice.
And no matter how you look at it, it couldn't possibly be the child of the young lady from the Qin family. Are these people all "getting old"? Why are they so slow-witted?
Su Jinyun knew roughly what was going on; her people happened to see Qianluo carrying a child back to the Left Prime Minister's residence, but she didn't intend to ask any questions.
She was either rescued from the Xuanyuan Kingdom or found by chance in the suburbs; there's nothing to be surprised about. What she was more curious about were the baby bottle and formula.
According to Qianluo, it was specially made for babies. She didn't know what material it was made of, or whether Tianxuan could manufacture it.
After their initial confusion, the ministers realized that Princess Qingyun was kind-hearted, and these two children had probably been rescued by her. They were lucky to have met Princess Qingyun. Although Tianxuan had an orphanage, its conditions were far inferior to those of the Left Prime Minister's residence.
As the morning court bells faded into the distance, Qin Qianluo's figure moved like a gust of wind, hurrying home. The child's cries were the loudest, and she wondered if they would disturb her mother's peace of mind.
Stepping into the mansion, what greeted me was like a warm and beautiful painting. Inside the hall, auspicious light shone, and two exquisitely beautiful babies were being gently held in the arms of their wet nurses.
Lin Ruoqing smiled radiantly, her eyes seemingly holding twinkling stars. She gently parted her lips, teasing the little children with her soft voice. Her appearance suggested that all the troubles of the world were irrelevant to her.
Qin Qianyu's face was full of doting affection. She stretched out her slender jade hand and gently held the child's tender little hand, shaking it slightly, which made the child let out a series of silvery laughter.
Seeing this peaceful scene, Qin Qianluo's tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, like a taut bowstring, and her anxious heart settled back into place.
A smile, as radiant as spring blossoms, bloomed on her lips as she gracefully stepped forward and sat down with them. Instantly, laughter and cheerful voices, like lively musical notes, leaped and echoed throughout the hall. The servants in the manor were also infected by this joyful atmosphere, their faces beaming with happiness.
However, inside the imperial study, the atmosphere was as gloomy and oppressive as a gloom, making it hard to breathe. The generals, like a group of enraged lions, gathered here, each with burning eyes and earnestly requesting to go to war.
In order to stand out in this competition, they completely disregarded camaraderie, their words revealing their sharp edges and willingness to expose each other's past embarrassing moments and defeats.
It might refer to how someone suffered a humiliating defeat in the last battle, being routed by the enemy and losing all their armor and weapons; or it might suggest that someone's martial arts skills are mediocre, and that their usual displays of skill are nothing more than fancy moves that are all show and no substance.
Even more shockingly, some people mentioned that others were so attached to their beautiful wives and children at home that they would find it difficult to leave behind them and rush to that extremely dangerous battlefield.
For a time, a fierce verbal battle raged, with neither side giving an inch, turning the imperial study into a noisy mess. The emperor, sitting at the head of the table, watched these usually imposing military generals now acting like street thugs, attacking each other and undermining one another. He was both annoyed and amused; his expression was a complex mix of emotions.
Before the news of the Shadow Guards had even reached the palace, they were already so anxious, like ants on a hot pan, scrambling to select the soldiers to go on the expedition.
The Emperor pondered to himself, could it be that the comfortable life in the capital over the years had smoothed out their edges, making them restless and eager to break free from the constraints of the capital and rush to the bloody battlefield to rediscover their former passion and enthusiasm?
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