Babies are the happiest beings in the world, because they do not know what suffering is.
Babies are the most pitiful beings in the world, because they do not know what suffering is.
This was such a lonely day in the Earl of Shuofang's Mansion.
In Bao Zhongqing's mourning hall, his coffin was tightly sealed, his spirit tablet stood in silence, while the son he had left behind in this world smiled with pure innocence. Spirit incense curled upward, and a child's voice lingered in the air.
The purity and brilliance of this newborn drove all the gloom from the mourning hall away.
For a moment, there was no sorrowful expression in the hall.
The wet nurse still prostrate on the floor grieved only for herself.
Chongxuan Sheng and Yi Shi Si, newly wed not long ago, could not help but imagine their own future lives as they looked at this innocent little one. Both of them liked him greatly.
It was only that Yi Shi Si did not speak much. Even her fondness was tucked away in the corners of her eyes and brows, rarely revealed. Chongxuan Sheng, meanwhile, tried again and again to curry favor with little Xuanjing, only to be ignored each time.
Jiang Wang teased little Xuanjing for a while, making him laugh without end.
He had quite a bit of experience caring for children.
After all, when An'an had still been very little, he had been the one constantly pushing her cradle.
But Bao Zhongqing's son was especially willing to give him face.
Even if Jiang Wang merely breathed out a puff of air or casually poked his cheeks a couple of times, little Xuanjing would beam happily.
The white mourning banners stood mute, while the scene was filled with warmth and laughter.
Watching the