Born with a Young Master's Fate

At one in the morning, the prime time for deep sleep according to the human body clock, if one missed it, the rest of the night would be filled with shallow, dream-ridden sleep, leaving one utterly exhausted.

Yet at one in the morning, Li Ye lay awake, muttering under his breath.

"Heavenly Emperor, Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, my family has a child who cries at night. Passing gentlemen, recite this three times, and he'll sleep till broad daylight. Heavenly Emperor, Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, Earthly Emperor."

This chant Li Ye was reciting was said to be a prescription from Zhu You Ke, one of the thirteen branches of ancient Chinese medicine, specifically for treating children who cried at night.

Children crying at night had been a tormenting problem from ancient times to the present. If a rooster crowed at the wrong hour, you could slaughter it and stew it into soup. But if a child tore open their throat crying in the dead of night, would you dare poke them with even one finger?

For the past two days, Li Ye had been tormented by three little babies.

On the second day after Han Chunmei brought Li You'an to the capital, Xiao Youan perhaps suddenly found himself unable to adapt to the capital's climate and environment, and kept crying and fussing at night.

And whenever he started crying, Li Ye's daughter Little Pouch would most likely join in as the second voice, while his son Little Treasure occasionally followed as the third. The three little ones had to be picked up and gently rocked before they would stop crying.

But the moment they were put down, they began wailing again.

Wu Juying, Han Chunmei, and Wen Leyu had been run ragged by them, feeding this one and rocking