Zhu E couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
After a while, Chen Yi said softly, "You have a point. I’m probably a bit too utilitarian. That’s not good, of course, but the way Qin Yue is now isn’t good either."
"When water is too full, it spills over. Yue’er still needs more company. Don’t let her spend ti with officials always thinking about how to get benefits out of them."
Chen Yi agreed wholeheartedly. Qin Yue was two now, the best age to shape a child’s worldview. It was better to let her clearly recognize who her father was. He didn’t want to beco a daughter-slave in the future, spending all day hardly saying a few words, and the only thing his own kid ever said to him was, "Old geezer, explode so gold coins."
Unlike a mother’s love, a father’s love always had to be ted out with the right asure.
"I’ll co see her again tomorrow."
Leaving those words behind, Chen Yi turned and left.
Zhu E also promptly went back to her room. Affairs inside the sect had been idle these days, so she could spend more ti in the courtyard and properly be a mother. Pushing open the door, she saw Qin Yue rubbing her sleepy eyes, clearly having just gone back to sleep and woken up again.
Seeing that Zhu E had finally co back, Qin Yue impatiently sat up and burrowed into her arms, her voice sticky and soft,
"Mom...hug...hug hug."
"Yue’er waited all by herself for so long. So good, so amazing." Zhu E picked her up, gently stroking her back.
"Yue’er amazing..."
Qin Yue grinned, all happy, and then caught sight of the figure outside the window pausing for a mont and waving at her. Her little face changed.
She hesitated a bit, but still lifted her hand and gave a small wave.
The man smiled and left.
"Good girl, Yue’er." Zhu E had seen it all and was genuinely happy for this father and daughter. She gently patted Qin Yue’s head. "Daddy’s gone back."
"Gone back... Mom, why... why did he... co to see you?" Qin Yue mumbled, "Is... is he also Daddy?"
She had never understood why Mom called him Daddy.
Could it be that...
"He’s your dad’s daddy?"
Qin Yue’s curious, muddled question left Zhu E torn between laughing and crying. For a mont she almost said, "Isn’t that what you’re always calling him?" but in the end she just shook her head. Teaching the child to talk back wasn’t good.
"He’s not, not that?" Qin Yue asked again.
"He’s Yue’er’s daddy..."
"Really real?"
"Really real."
Zhu E knew how confused and lost Qin Yue was. For a two-year-old, this kind of thing was hard to understand, and the relationships involved were indeed too complex and obscure. For a mont she truly didn’t know how to explain.
Qin Yue suddenly asked again, "Mom, between him and Father King, who... who is Daddy?"
Zhu E was even more at a loss for words. After a long mont she said, "...they’re both Daddy?"
Qin Yue didn’t understand things yet; she was at her most blankly innocent age. If they told her the truth, it wouldn’t just leave the child utterly bewildered and shocked; more importantly, it would be easy for sothing to slip. Qin Qingluo inheriting the title as a woman was sothing that absolutely could not be put on the table. If Qin Yue accidentally gave sothing away and a dike of a thousand miles collapsed from an ant’s nest, there was no guaranteeing that soone with an agenda wouldn’t seize on it and make a huge fuss, bringing endless trouble down on the Southern Border.
"Both are Daddy? Yue’er... has... two daddies, Father King... is Daddy, and he’s Daddy too..." Qin Yue was a bit muddled, looking a little dizzy.
Zhu E hesitated for a mont, then lowered her voice and said, "Yue’er, listen to Mom... They’re both Daddy, it’s just that one is your real Daddy, and one is your fake Daddy."
"Wh-what..." Qin Yue strained to think for a while, then blankly widened her eyes.
"Mhm mhm, one’s real and one’s fake. Yue’er is still little; you don’t understand. You just need to know this much. This is a secret, you can’t tell anyone else."
"Yue’er... Yue’er won’t say anything..."
Even though it sounded like clouds and fog to her, at least she now had so sort of explanation. Qin Yue lowered her little face; the confusion she’d had for so long was finally answered, and she felt a tiny bit relieved.
"Yue’er definitely, definitely won’t say."
She spread her hands and waved them a few tis, then held up two fingers and stared at them.
Two daddies...
One real daddy, one fake daddy?
If that’s how it works...
Does the real daddy’s milk taste more fragrant and sweet?
Qin Yue smacked her lips a couple of tis and suddenly felt a bit hungry.
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