Mo Beichen strode over, picked up Zeyan in his arms, and asked, "Have you been behaving well and listening to the Grand Tutor lately?"
Zeyan replied happily, "Mother said that the Grand Tutor rarely praises people, but he praised me."
Mo Beichen praised him generously, saying he did a good job, and Ze Yan's eyes sparkled.
His aloof father finally praised him!
Qian Yue was initially a little scared of Mo Beichen because he always had a blank expression and a distant demeanor.
But seeing her father lifting her brother high in the air, she looked on with anticipation, "Aba aba, Daddy, Daddy fold, baby, hug."
Mo Beichen looked down at the little dumpling with her hair in a small bun and wearing a red dress, nestled against his legs, tugging at his clothes, looking at him pitifully, as if she wanted a hug.
Mo Beichen's expression softened even more. He bent down, scooped up the little dumpling, and held her in his arms.
The little dumpling felt itself in Mo Beichen's arms, and its face immediately lit up with a smile. It wiggled around in Mo Beichen's arms, looking around at everything with curiosity.
Ah, things seem different when they're in Daddy's arms.
Looking at the two little ones who seemed completely at ease, nestled comfortably in their father's arms, Yun Qingluo couldn't help but chuckle, "These two kids aren't shy at all, that's a good thing."
Then, she placed the baby food for the two little ones on the table next to her and continued, "When I came back, I was worried that they wouldn't recognize us. But when we met, the two children immediately snuggled into my arms. They are really smart."
Zeyan tried hard to suppress the smile on his lips. He was going to be lifted up high by his father, and he was so happy. But the Grand Tutor said he shouldn't show too much joy.
Mo Beichen said arrogantly, "Then you should take a look at whose child it is."
Zeyan also looked arrogant, "I am Father Emperor's child!"
Qian Yue didn't back down, "Aba aba, baby, be good."
Mo Beichen looked down at Zeyan and said, "From now on, when we're alone, you don't need to call me Father. I promised your mother that even if we were in high positions, we could still get along like an ordinary couple. So, call me Father."
Zeyan's eyes brightened even more. He knew that calling her "Mother" was more affectionate than calling her "Empress Mother." He had wanted to call her "Father" for a long time, but he was afraid of upsetting his father.
Father, oh no, Father is so good, and Mother is so good too.
Looking at the father and son's identical faces, Yun Qingluo smiled helplessly and said, "Alright, you're getting all haughty after just a few words. Come and eat quickly. Achen, you haven't eaten either, have you? Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?"
She happened to have some instant noodles in the system, and she really wanted to eat them.
Mo Beichen put down the two children, handed Qian Yue to Granny Gong for support, and walked up to Yun Qingluo, saying, "Let me help you!"
Seeing Mo Beichen's expression, Yun Qingluo guessed he had something to say to her. She waved to Granny Gong, signaling her to take the child to the front hall first.
"Zeyan and Qianyue, go to the front hall and wait for Father and Mother. We'll come right away after we finish cooking, okay?" Yun Qingluo asked Zeyan and Qianyue in a low voice.
Zeyan nodded obediently and sensibly, agreeing.
Qian Yue was still a little dissatisfied, but Yun Tao came in and took her away. The little dumpling pouted pitifully, not knowing what she was saying.
Seeing that no one was in the kitchen, Yun Qingluo walked towards the stove and asked Mo Beichen, "Achen, is there something you want to tell me?"
Mo Beichen skillfully walked to the stove and sat down, starting the fire himself. He said, "Today, the Grand Tutor asked me to help arrange a marriage for his granddaughter. I didn't agree immediately and wanted to hear your opinion."
Yun Qingluo turned around and walked to the cutting board. She took out three packets of instant noodles from the system, tore them open, took out the seasoning, and sniffed nostalgically as she looked at the familiar packaging.
Hearing Mo Beichen's words, she was slightly taken aback. "Grand Tutor's granddaughter, you mean the eldest daughter of Minister Shang's family, right?"
Mo Beichen nodded. "Does Luo Luo know?"
Yun Qingluo sighed, "I heard about her when I attended a banquet back in the Regent's Palace. She was a pitiful person. At the banquet, it was always the stepmother who brought her illegitimate daughter. I never saw the legitimate daughter."
Mo Beichen added firewood and watched Yun Qingluo skillfully stir the eggs, observing her smooth movements. Following Yun Qingluo's words, he asked, "So, what are your thoughts on this, Luoluo?"
Yun Qinglu shook her head. "Everything can only be discussed after we see the legitimate daughter. How about I hold a prayer meeting at Guoguang Temple in a few days? Firstly, to pray for the soldiers on the frontier to win and return safely. Secondly, to invite the noble ladies and wives in the capital to come out and visit each other. We can meet her then."
Mo Beichen nodded, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and praised, "With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? Thank you, my lady, for relieving my worries and solving my problems."
Yun Qinglu glared at him, annoyed, and said with a playful laugh, "Stop being so glib. Keep an eye on the fire; if it's too low, the food won't taste good."
Mo Beichen shifted his gaze to the stove and said in a calm voice, "These past few days, I've had Miss Shang take care of the Grand Tutor. We'll arrange the prayer ceremony after Miss Shang returns to the manor in a while."
Yun Qingluo walked to the pot, lifted the lid, and saw that the water was boiling. She put the noodles into the pot, stirred them to separate them, and then scooped out a handful of spinach, washed them, and set them aside.
Then I quickly smashed two cucumbers and made a cucumber salad, which I ate with noodles later.
"Alright, when I send out the invitations, I'll instruct them to bring all the women to pray for the country. That's only right, and I don't think it will arouse any suspicion. By the way, I heard you sent the imperial physician to the Han residence to examine Lord Han's illness?"
"Look at your brain..." Yun Qingluo ultimately didn't have the heart to say this aloud.
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