Yangyang Prepares to Add Some Imperial Consorts. Ye Qingxian and I returned to the cave abode hand in hand.
The courtyard was empty, with only a few fallen leaves rolling endlessly across the ground in the wind, rustling softly. Our usually bustling little home seemed unexpectedly desolate at this moment...
Hearing some movement at the entrance, a snow-white kitten crawled out of her nest. She first walked to the living room door and gave a huge stretch, then padded elegantly over to me. As though she had practiced it thousands upon thousands of times, she leaped precisely into my arms, switching to a warmer little nest. Her eyelids casually closed, and her body began to rise and fall ever so slightly with the steady breathing of sleep.
"You little thing, how can you sleep everywhere?" I said, half amused and half exasperated. She was my precious daughter, after all—I couldn't exactly toss her down. I could only use my own body heat to warm the sleeping kitten.
"Meow~"
Translated, that meant:
Yangyang was tired. Mother's arms felt safer.
She had written furiously for far too long, draining no small amount of her young mind. Naturally, she was exhausted—so tired that she yawned even while walking and only wanted to curl up somewhere for a while.
"You didn't go out fighting at night, did you? How did you end up this tired?" I teased. Then I turned and added to Ye Qingxian, "I won't be eating dinner tonight. I want to go straight to sleep. Just make something the baby likes to eat. She'll probably sleep until tomorrow."
"Mhm, go sleep."
"You really do need more rest now."
Ye Qingxian looked at my stomach and hesitated before asking, "It's been about a month now. Hasn't a fetal heartbeat formed yet?"
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