Now it seems that what we did back then was absolutely correct.
The little boy lay on the edge of the bed, carefully watching the person lying on the dragon bed. As he watched, he simply reached out to play with his hair. Especially the white hair that had grown out of anger and anxiety after lying on the bed not long ago.
A strand of crystal liquid slid down from her cherry-like mouth, leaving a long silver thread in the air and dripping onto Qian Yeying's face. Lying on the bed, the usually arrogant Qian Yeying was not angry at all.
Seeing this, Qian Yeming quickly took his son away.
In his opinion, the emperor had made him regent just to use him, and generally speaking, he didn't like him. So the emperor should also dislike his son.
The little bun was Qian Yeying's first grandson. No matter what he thought of Qian Yeming at the moment or how much resentment he had towards him, Qian Yeying was already very fond of this little bun who was loved by everyone and looked as beautiful as if he had come out of a painting, even after just one glance.
Seeing the little bun being carried away by Qian Yeming impatiently, a trace of loss flashed across Qian Yeying's eyes.
Baili Xiao pulled out a brocade box from his bosom, which contained an antidote he had prepared some time ago. He gave it to the palace maid and ordered her to administer it to Qian Yeying. Then, the couple stood by the bed and waited patiently.
About a quarter of an hour later, Qian Yeying's hand, which had been clenched like a claw, softened as if he had suffered a stroke, and his fingers began to move freely. His pouty mouth also slowly returned to normal.
His body, which would have twisted at the slightest exertion, slowly relaxed over the course of a quarter of an hour. With the help of the palace maid, Qian Yeying sat up from the bed, then slowly walked a few steps.
After lying here for eight months, Qian Yeying had already gotten used to the stiffness of his body. Now that he had suddenly become flexible, he felt a little uncomfortable.
After walking a few steps, Qian Yeying stopped walking and came to the former dragon table, standing with his hands behind his back, his back to Qian Yeming and his family.
He was once an emperor, but at this moment, his back looked so desolate. Even though he tried his best to create the aura of an emperor, once the emperor's luck was lost, he could never return to his former self.
Qian Yeming gave the palace maids and eunuchs a look, and everyone immediately and quietly withdrew. Only the emperor Qian Yeying and his family remained in the entire chamber.
It was not until the sound of the door closing was heard that Qian Yeying turned around and faced the man who had vowed to cut them into pieces the moment he lay down.
But at this moment, this family of three plus a big white dog did not look so disgusting. Especially the little bun who was held in Qian Yeming's arms and facing him.
His white and tender flesh was folded into countless small lotus root nodes. A cute red bellyband and cherry pink lips complemented each other, making his fair skin look as if it was about to glow.
The little boy was dancing and laughing like an angel at the moment, and it looked like he wanted him to hug him.
Qian Yeying felt an itch in his hands and couldn't help but stretch out his hands slightly. Halfway through, he realized that he had done something he shouldn't have done, and then put his hands down in embarrassment.
Seeing this, the little boy waved his hands even more eagerly. He liked this white-haired grandfather.
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