Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 735: Extra Story: This Life (3)
Chapter 735 -735: Extra Story: This Life (3)
An’an and Suisui’s eyes lit up simultaneously upon hearing their playmates had arrived.
For children, the happiest moments are when they can play with their buddies.
“Let’s go!” Lan stood up. Today, she had arranged for her brother, a few friends, and the children to come to the palace. The kids were about the same age and often loved playing together.
Zhan Hui and Chu Yin’s son, Zhan Chuxiao, had a personality similar to Zhan Hui.
Huang Gun and Lu Yibing had a son named Huang Buliao.
Xue Yifeng and Dugu Yan also had a son named Xue Shiran.
Bai Chen and Liu Xi had a son named Bai Shuyu.
The Vermilion Bird and Xue Lingling gave birth to a daughter named Zhu Xingyi. The Vermilion Bird strutted around like a proud rooster every day because apart from his master, he was the only one with a daughter.
The Vermilion Bird looked at the chaotic homes of those with sons and felt very content.
But, why do these people keep staring at his daughter from time to time?
Can’t they have their own kids?
Lan looked at Huang Buliao, who was almost like a little Huang Gun. The child’s name was just…
But Huang Gun always wore a proud face, holding his son and saying, “Isn’t the name I chose nice? With my son here, nothing will be impossible!”
Xue Lingling and the Vermilion Bird’s daughter was chubby and incredibly adorable.
Lan reached out to cuddle Zhu Xingyi, giving a peck on her cheek, turning the little dumpling into a giggling bundle.
Lan handed Zhu Xingyi a plate of honey-glazed pastries, the little glutton brightened up instantly, reaching out her chubby hands to start munching.
Even An’an, who never liked eating, joined the fun. With Zhu Xingyi around, everything tasted delicious to An’an.
The Vermilion Bird watched his daughter gleefully.
The master has a daughter, and he does too!
Although An’an was perfectly marvelous, his own Xingyi was chubbier and cuter!
Zhan Chuxiao was the eldest of all the children, already looking serious at such a young age.
Shiran, on the other hand, had a personality more like Dugu Yan, showing a bit of cheek from early on.
Lan watched Dugu Yan lift his son off the ground, who was crawling everywhere. “I’m really done with you; you never give your old man a moment of peace!”
Xue Yifeng patiently picked up his son tugging at Dugu Yan’s hair, smiling at Lan, “Your Majesty, it would be nice if Shiran could be more like the little Prince.”
Lan laughed, “Children should be lively; I even find Chu Feng a bit too quiet.”
Mu Chufeng sat quietly there, observing his friends, occasionally going over to play for a while.
An’an quickly started playing with Huang Buliao.
Suddenly, Huang Gun appeared behind the two little ones, “What are you talking about?”
An’an glanced at Huang Gun, “Uncle Gun, Buliao said you knelt on a washboard. What’s kneeling on a washboard?”
Huang Gun’s lips twitched, tricky Huang Buliao! When did he ever kneel on a washboard!
Huang Gun pinched his son’s cheek, “When did your old man ever kneel?”
Huang Buliao patted his little chest, “Mother said sooner or later you’d have to kneel on a washboard! So Father kneels every morning and evening!”
Huang Gun was so enraged by his son that his whole body hurt. This little fellow was a born talker since age two, and he loved to banter back at him for no reason at all. Whatever misfortune led him to have such a tricky son!
Chu Yin happily snacked on seeds, listening to the children’s innocent chatter and approached Lan, “Huang Gun’s son is hilarious! Despite eight spankings a day, he still barbs his dad.”
Lan shared a knowing smile, happy that her companions from her past life all now had children of their own.
She cast a glance toward Li Sui, who was sipping tea on the side—it was only Li Sui left.
Dugu Yan plopped down beside Lan, interrupting her thoughts.
“Lan, how about we send our Shiran to the Dark Guard Camp? This little rascal needs some discipline.”
Shiran was unaware of the seriousness of the matter, clapping his tiny hands and laughing heartily, “Okay, okay, Mama, Shiran wants to go play at the Dark Guard Camp!”
Mu Chufeng looked at Shiran sympathetically; he’d been to the Dark Guard Camp before—it wasn’t fun at all.
Lan smiled subtly. Even Mu Yan often used the Dark Guard Camp to scare Mu Chufeng, but never actually sent him there.
She looked at the furiously scowling Dugu Yan, “It’s normal for children to be a bit naughty when they’re young. You, back in your day, were probably naughtier than your son.”
Dugu Yan: “…”
Chu Yin quickly chimed in, “Exactly, exactly, I find your Shiran very endearing!”
Dugu Yan was comforted, squinting toward An’an, “Lan, I’m envious, having such a well-mannered, adorable, and sensible daughter is amazing; I almost want to steal a child myself!”
Lan: “…”
Li Sui listened to the children’s laughter while sipping tea.
He was so engrossed that he didn’t hear Qiuyue’s voice.
As he reached for the teacup, he accidentally touched Qiuyue’s soft hand, as she was about to pour him tea.
Tea spilled.
“Mr. Li, did you get burned?” Qiuyue asked concernedly, looking at Li Sui.
Li Sui looked at Qiuyue’s pure features; he’d seen her before, she was thoughtful and graceful. He hadn’t paid attention to Qiuyue.
“It’s nothing.” Li Sui looked at Qiuyue’s hand, where hot tea had clearly splashed, but she quietly withdrew her hand.
“Your hand.” Li Sui got up and looked toward the lotus pond, quickly catching Qiuyue’s sleeve to place her hand in the pond.
Though they didn’t make direct contact, Qiuyue still blushed.
Li Sui sincerely apologized. “Forgive me, it was my carelessness that scalded you.”
Qiuyue nodded, “It was my own carelessness.”
Their eyes met briefly before looking away, Qiuyue hurriedly left the lotus pond.
…
Just as Lan and the children were merrily playing, Mu Yan headed to the Xingtian Department.
He found Si Jun, now skeletal, the years of torment in prison left Si Jun looking barely human, more like a skeleton.
Seeing Mu Yan arriving, Si Jun went weak all over, his voice feeble as he respectfully addressed, “Your Majesty…”
Mu Yan recalled past events in his dreams; how Si Jun had treated Lan in the previous life—he deserved to die a thousand times!
Lan had avenged and moved on, but Mu Yan remained furious.
Si Jun looked with despair at Mu Yan, who had unified the realm and now stood equal with Lan, deeply loved by the people.
He wouldn’t live much longer, but was Mu Yan still unwilling to let him go?
Mu Yan faced the Vermilion Bird, uttering coldly, “Slice him bit by bit, leaving him to die in flames, holding onto his last breath!”
“Understood, Your Majesty!”
Si Jun helplessly watched Mu Yan’s indifferent silhouette departing. He was already miserable enough; why wouldn’t Mu Yan let him die peacefully? He roared, “Why!”
Mu Yan didn’t turn back, speaking icily, “You’ll understand in hell.”
