"Mother, I've grown taller, so I've gotten a bit thinner. But I still have plenty of at on !" Yue'er declared earnestly, pulling her hand to her waist. "See for yourself—my waist is all at!"
Feng Jiu stroked her daughter's slender waist and couldn't help but smile. She playfully flicked her forehead. "Alright, you little one. You're a young lady now. You can't go around saying things like 'Co feel my waist if you don't believe ' in public."
"Hehe, I know!" Yue'er replied with a beaming smile.
"The Emperors and their younger relatives will be staying here for the next few days. Keep an eye on things. Once they leave, there won't be any outsiders here. After we handle everything here, we'll return ho. It's been a long ti since you've seen Grandfather and the others." Feng Jiu addressed the three of them.
"Yeah, we understand." They replied. After a mont's thought, Yue'er asked again, " Mother, will Great Uncle co back with us?"
"He just arrived not long ago, so he won't be coming back with us. Now that they're cultivating within the Immortal Gate, it can temper their temperants. It's actually a good thing for them." Feng Jiu said, then added with lingering concern, "Your Great Uncle is a bit of a scatterbrain. You mustn't follow his example."
"Understood."
The three exchanged glances and smiled. Truthfully, their great-uncle was only a few years older than them. When they were with him, it felt like playing with a friend. He never acted like a great-uncle around them at all.
Just then, Hao'er gently tugged at Muchen and Yue'er's sleeves and said, "Father, Mother, we'll take our leave now. Please get so rest." After a day of entertaining guests, they must be exhausted.
Hearing this, Yue'er quickly stepped out of her Father's embrace and joined her brother in saying, "Father, Mother, we'll take our leave now. Please get so rest."
"Very well, go now." Xuanyuan Mo Ze nodded at the three of them, a gentle smile flashed across his deep, dark eyes.
Watching them dart away and thoughtfully close the door behind them, Feng Jiu smiled wistfully. "In the blink of an eye, the children have grown so tall. Ti truly flies!"
Xuanyuan Mo Ze reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "The night is deep. We should retire." With that, he lifted her in his arms and walked toward the inner chamber.
Feng Jiu chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Leaning close, she whispered sothing in his ear. Only Xuanyuan Mo Ze's deep voice echoed back: "If you're tired, my lady, sleep first. Leave the rest to your husband."
Listening to the laughter and whispers drifting from inside, Leng Shuang, who had been waiting outside, quietly withdrew to the courtyard. She looked up at the moonlight in the sky, a faint smile curving her lips.
The night was perfect. Inside the room, the couple was deeply imrsed in their affection...
The next morning, after breakfast, Yue'er made her way to the kitchen. Only Mi'er was busy there. Seeing no one else around, she approached and called out, "Sister Mi'er."
"Oh? Little Qi's here? Have you eaten? Want so more?" Mi'er paused her work and looked at the pretty little maid.
"Sister Mi'er, I've already eaten. I was thinking of bringing so food over to my master." Yue'er leaned closer as she spoke, glancing at what Mi'er was preparing and asking, "Sister Mi'er, what is this?"
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