The roosters crowed, the sky brightened, and the quiet capital city woke up from its slumber.
At the east corner gate of the Dingguo Marquis Mansion, two carriages drove out one after the other, clattering towards the south of the city.
The windows were tightly covered. Inside the carriage, Xihe stuffed the little baby, who was sleeping soundly with his fists clenched, into Meng Yuchuan's arms and said, "Your son."
Meng Yuchuan subconsciously hugged Meng Huaiyu, his hands and feet stiff.
Xihe took a glance, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, then yawned slightly and closed his eyes to rest.
Yesterday, she begged for a long time, even at the cost of bringing Meng Huaiyu, a little burden, before Meng Yuchuan agreed to take her to the manor outside the city to race horses. So, early in the morning, she dragged the father and son, who were still unconscious, up.
The mist had not yet dissipated, and long queues of people formed at the city gate to enter the city.
The carriage left the city gate, and the clamor faded away. Xihe leaned against the wall of the carriage, nodding his head...
His shoulders sank, and Meng Yuchuan subconsciously turned his head, seeing a snow-white face with long eyelashes, a raised nose, and red lips. Her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortably.
Lu Wu's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but nervously clutch her skirt.
Meng Yuchuan pursed his lips and straightened his waist. The next second, a furry head burrowed into his neck, rubbed his cheek, and the breathing in his ear gradually became longer.
“…”
After an unknown amount of time, Xihe was woken up.
She opened her eyes hazily, glanced at the prince, and whispered, "Young Madam, we've arrived at the manor."
He blinked his eyes, as if saying, "Young Madam, you are so amazing."
Xihe didn't understand and even suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes.
She moved her neck, intending to stretch, but suddenly her movements froze.
Slowly turning her head, the man's perfect jawline came into view, his straight nose, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his eyes drooped... and at this moment, her hands were tightly around his neck, almost hanging on him.
Meng Yuchuan stood straight with his son, who was sleeping soundly, in his arms.
Xihe loosened his arm, rubbed his sore neck, and said in a normal tone: "Huai Yu is still not awake?"
She glanced at his messy collar quietly, and could faintly smell the faint scent of pine on his body. Cough cough cough, it's okay, as long as she is not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.
Meng Yuchuan relaxed his waist slightly and said softly, "It should be soon. It's already morning."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little baby in his arms opened his eyes. His dark pupils and chubby round face stared blankly at the two familiar faces in front of him.
Xihe grinned and showed his teeth to the baby.
The little baby pouted and burst into tears.
"Wow--"
"Master, please give the young prince to this servant?"
The wet nurse rushed over hurriedly, and Xihe was pushed aside unexpectedly, and hit the wall of the car with a bang.
The little guy stopped howling immediately when he was in the nurse's arms. The nurse couldn't help but smile, her pretty face radiating a gentle aura, and her whole body relaxed.
Lu Wu's eyes were full of panic: "Madam, are you okay? How did you do it?" She turned around and yelled at the wet nurse.
The nurse was startled, realizing that she had accidentally knocked the young lady down. The bump on her forehead was particularly noticeable. She was immediately at a loss: "Young lady, this servant..."
The arm holding the little master tightened subconsciously, and the little guy started crying in pain.
For a moment the carriage was bustling with activity.
Meng Yuchuan frowned and asked the other maids to take the little guy. He looked at Xihe and asked, "Are you hurt?"
Xihe shook his head, and the group dismounted from the carriage and entered the manor. Luwu glanced at the wet nurse beside her, her eyes watering and cheeks flushed with shame, and rolled her eyes. "What are you crying for? It was clearly you who bumped into my young mistress, and she didn't even punish you!"
He slammed the wet nurse away with his shoulder, held his head high, and walked away.
Humph, she has disliked this wet nurse for a long time. The way she looks at her master every day is as if the master is trying to steal her things.
Bah, she’s just a wet nurse. Does she really think she’s extraordinary just because she’s been nursing the young master for a few years?
The manor was constantly looked after by servants and was kept very tidy and neat. Various flowers were blooming along the way, the houses were cleaned spotlessly, and tea was placed on the table.
The little guy was coaxed by several maids, ate breakfast, and stopped crying.
A pair of black, round eyes looked across from time to time——
The woman sat on a chair, her little face forced to look up. The man in front of her leaned over and was helping her apply medicine without blinking. The maids around her couldn't help but lower their heads.
Xihe's face flushed, and he awkwardly refused: "It was just a bump, no need to apply medicine."
She avoided looking at that overly handsome face, and was a little annoyed that the smell on his body made her blush.
Her chin was held by a big hand. Meng Yuchuan glanced at her and said, "Don't move. Push the bruise away and it will heal faster." He rubbed the bump on her forehead with his fingertips.
This time, Xihe grimaced in pain, and all the beauty disappeared.
After applying the medicine, the maid brought breakfast. After eating, he returned to the room to change clothes and lay down to rest for a while. Then Xihe walked around the manor.
The house is built against the mountain. The rhododendrons on the mountain are bright red, and there is a green meadow in front of the house.
The sky is blue and the grass is soft and you just want to lie on it.
"Young Madam."
The wet nurse carried the young master over and knelt to greet him.
Xihe took a casual look and saw the young master staring at her with his big eyes, without blinking.
Xihe nodded, and saw the groom coming over with a chestnut horse. He took the whip, and amid the maid's exclamations, he jumped on the horse swiftly, flicked the whip, and ran out.
Maids: Wow!!!
The young master's eyes widened even more.
After running several laps against the wind, Xihe finally stopped, dismounted and drank some water.
As a result, when she turned around, she found that the young master had broken free from the wet nurse's arms, trotted to the chestnut horse, and kicked his legs, trying hard to climb up.
“Puff——”
Xihe was happy.
The little guy had pointed ears and quickly turned his head to look over.
Xihe sat on the grass and looked at him leisurely. The little guy turned his head and continued crawling.
His small body was as short as a melon and he couldn't climb up at all.
The nurse was so anxious that she squatted in front of him and coaxed him, "Little Master, this is too dangerous. Can we stop playing this?"
The little guy pursed his lips and suddenly stopped climbing. Then, in Xihe's surprised eyes, he staggered to her and carefully grabbed her sleeve.
Xihe was as steady as a rock: "Why are you pulling me?"
The young master didn't say anything, his black eyes were watery and shy, but his little hand didn't let go.
Xihe remained motionless, but with a gentle smile on her face, she looked at him encouragingly: "Speak."
The old lady and Mrs. Lu felt sorry for the little guy because he lost his mother at an early age, and they loved him like the apple of their eye. The whole mansion treated him like a little ancestor, and they would hold him in their arms when they went out, and the servants would prepare whatever he wanted without him having to ask.
As a result, the little guy was already two years old, but he still couldn't walk steadily and spoke very little.
Xihe looked at the little guy with a slight smile.
The nurse couldn't help but say, "Young Madam..."
Lu Wu immediately turned around and glared at her fiercely.
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