Mo Beichen didn't hear a reply, so he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Mo Feng.
Mo Feng noticed the cold gaze sweeping over him and quickly focused his attention, saying, "Besides that time when they attacked the prince, the Northern Moon Kingdom has remained silent. But the Eastern Martial Kingdom..."
Mo Feng glanced at the tent before saying coldly, "They not only tampered with things on the battlefield, but they also infiltrated the Tianlang Kingdom's ranks, trying to take the opportunity to kill the prince. They deserve to die."
Mo Beichen's expression grew increasingly gloomy, clearly thinking of the suffering Yun Qingluo had endured.
"You're courting death." Mo Beichen's voice was chilling, like a demon from hell.
The sudden drop in temperature made the group shiver. Mo Feng silently lit a candle for the Eastern Martial Kingdom.
You reap what you sow. Not content with provoking the prince, you dare to provoke the princess as well. I wonder how many lives they have left to kill.
Hearing the rustling sounds inside the tent, Mo Beichen subtly suppressed his aura.
He threw a few pieces of firewood into the fire, then stood up and said, "Get the pot boiling. The rest of the dumplings are yours."
After finishing speaking, Mo Beichen turned and walked into the tent without looking at the bewildered eyes behind him.
Mo Feng and the others were dumbfounded when they saw the dumpling wrappers and fillings.
Making dumplings?
them?
They know how to make dumplings, how come they don't know it themselves?
The next morning, Mo Beichen and Yun Qingluo got up, drank chicken soup, and then the group began to pack up and leave.
When Mo Feng saw the two little ones wrapped up tightly, he couldn't resist the urge to touch them.
Mo Beichen took the two little ones from Yun Qingluo and tossed them to Mo Feng without even looking at them.
Mo Feng was in a flurry of activity, and he and a general each held one of the small animals.
The two little ones weren't shy at all, looking at Mo Feng's face and gesturing and making cooing sounds.
Mo Feng liked it more and more as he looked at it. He was sure the steward would like it too once he brought it back to the manor.
That's great, that's great!
Their prince finally has an heir.
The Prince's Mansion will definitely be very lively in the future.
Yun Qinglu glared at Mo Beichen, then walked up to Mo Feng and the generals, patiently instructing them on how to hold the child.
The little ones are only thirty-odd days old, their bodies are soft and their immunity is weak.
Even though we have some medication available, we still need to take precautions.
Fortunately, the weather was sunny, not cold, and windless today.
After settling the two little ones in, Yun Qingluo told the group to go ahead, as they still had some things to discuss.
Actually, Yun Qingluo was just trying to get rid of them so she could pack up the tent and its contents.
However, in order not to attract attention, Yun Qingluo still left two big burdens behind.
Let Mo Beichen carry it first, and then throw it to a few guards after he meets up with Mo Feng and the others.
When Yun Qingluo first saw Mo Feng and his group, she assumed they were soldiers because they were dressed in civilian clothes. However, when she raised her eyebrows and spoke to Mo Feng earlier, she realized that they were the Prince's secret guards.
The general was indeed a military commander, but he was also the prince's secret guard.
Therefore, this group of people were all completely trustworthy, but Yun Qingluo, adhering to the principle of not flaunting her wealth, carefully sent everyone away before putting the things away.
Mo Beichen fully supports Yun Qingluo's arrangements.
Luo Luo's secret is something only he needs to know.
Unimportant people don't need to know so much, and since it concerns Luo Luo's safety, he absolutely cannot allow it to be leaked.
Mo Beichen moved the campfire to the tent site, erasing all traces of past life there.
The scenery here is actually quite nice.
Yesterday, while he was hunting, he unexpectedly discovered a natural hot spring. When he has time in the future, he can build a manor here so that his family of four can come and visit. It seems like an excellent idea.
Yun Qingluo never imagined that she would come here a second time, a third time, and countless times.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
When Mo Beichen caught up with Mo Feng and the others, he threw the bundle to them and then turned around and carried Yun Qingluo, who was wearing a cloak, on his back.
Caught off guard, Yun Qingluo subconsciously hooked her arm around Mo Beichen's neck.
Then she realized what was happening and hurriedly said, "Ah Chen, I can walk by myself. We still have a whole day's walk ahead of us. You don't need to carry me; it's tiring."
Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen not only did not put Yun Qingluo down, but instead hugged her even tighter.
"Luo Luo is too light. She needs to rest and recuperate properly when she gets back," Mo Beichen said instead of responding to Yun Qingluo's words.
Yun Qingluo paused. She was, after all, a living person. Although she had indeed lost a lot of weight recently, she still weighed at least 80 pounds.
Carrying it for a while is fine, but if you really had to carry it the whole way, your arms would be ruined.
Yun Qingluo continued to persuade, "Achen, put me down, I can walk by myself."
Mo Beichen: "Luo Luo's opinion doesn't count."
"Then who gets to decide?"
"Me." Mo Beichen calmly uttered a single word, so domineering that Yun Qingluo was speechless.
In the end, he could only say helplessly, "Then I'll carry you for a while longer. If Achen feels tired, put me down. It's good for me to walk around for a while to clear my head."
Mo Beichen didn't speak. Just when Yun Qinglu thought Mo Beichen wouldn't agree, Mo Beichen nodded slightly and said "Mm".
My wife is too stubborn. If I don't give in, she'll probably nag me the whole way.
It's alright, he'll try to be careful and let his wife get some sleep, she'll forget about it once she's asleep.
He remembered that his wife had gotten up several times last night to feed the two little ones, change their wet clothes, and so on.
Last night, he watched Yun Qingluo busy herself with the baby all night, feeling heartbroken but powerless to help.
He didn't have breast milk to feed the children, nor was he as lovable as Luo Luo; the two little ones didn't want him to change their clothes at all.
I would cry loudly whenever I touched their skin.
Fortunately, they were almost at Yingyue City by evening.
Yun Qingluo was worried about encountering someone with a weapon, but it was clear that she was overthinking it.
"Luo Luo, we're almost there," Mo Beichen said softly to Yun Qingluo.
Yun Qingluo tightened her grip, feeling a strange mix of trepidation and longing for home.
Especially the two older brothers...
Yun Qingluo had been holding back, not inquiring about her two brothers' condition, but at this moment, it was clear that she was worrying too much.
"Don't worry, Luo Luo, your two brothers are safe and sound, and they've been doing well all along," Mo Beichen said softly, gently holding Yun Qingluo's small hand.
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo's expression visibly softened.
Are my eldest brother and second brother doing well?
Were they injured? They must have been so worried this time.
Yun Qingluo was once again uneasy, but reality told her that she had indeed worried too much.
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