Heaven-Favored One

"Who are you people?"

The moment Song Changsheng and the others reached the door, they heard Xia Wanyun's clear shout.

The group exchanged glances. Xu Yunhe hurried to the courtyard, pushed open the door, and found the pale-faced Xia Wanyun huddled in a corner of the soft couch, holding the endlessly wailing Xu Miaoyin in her arms, her eyes full of vigilance.

Two somewhat helpless maidservants stood not far away.

"Wanyun." Xu Yunhe strode into the room.

At the sight of Xu Yunhe, a spark immediately lit Xia Wanyun's eyes. "Husband."

"Don't be nervous. This is Great Qi, the Song Clan." Xu Yunhe stepped forward and embraced mother and daughter, speaking softly in comfort, his voice unconsciously trembling.

Twenty years—an entire twenty years.

Only at this moment did his deathly still heart truly come back to life.

"Waaah..."

At that moment, perhaps because she had been squeezed, or perhaps because it was the first time she had heard her father's voice, little Miaoyin in her swaddling clothes suddenly burst into loud sobs, leaving the couple flustered for a moment.

When it came to caring for a child, they were both still novices.

Just then, Song Changsheng's gentle voice rang out. "Perhaps she's hungry. Feed her something, and she'll be fine."

She had slept for twenty years, sustained all along by specially prepared spiritual fluid. She would not have starved to death, but with her stomach empty, how could a child endure it? It would be stranger if she did not cry.

As the only person among everyone present who had ever raised a nursing child, Song Changsheng had plenty of say in the matter. At this stage, once a child was full, all they did was sleep.

"I already had Yiqun prepare some beast milk in advance. He'll bring it