Ayan's Martial Soul and Origins

"You knew that too? You really are a little lazybug. Hurry up and eat breakfast. I'll take you to awaken your Martial Soul in a bit." Qin Xuan pointed at the food on the coffee table.

"Hehe, I'm eating, I'm eating." Ayan blinked her adorable big eyes and naturally sat in Qin Xuan's lap, enjoying the food the servants had carefully prepared on the coffee table.

"Where are they? They were just here." Ah Yin looked around and, seeing no sign of Bibi Dong, Ling Yuan, Nong Yu, or Liu Erlong, could not help asking.

"Dong'er went into seclusion to cultivate. Ling Yuan dragged Nong Yu and Erlong out shopping," Qin Xuan said.

Seeing Qin Xuan's embarrassed expression, Ah Yin could not hold back a laugh. "So, does that mean you'll be taking care of the children alone today?"

"Isn't there still you?" Qin Xuan smiled warmly as his left hand involuntarily reached around from behind and touched Ah Yin's rear.

"Take care of them yourself. I'm going to cultivate. Otherwise, the sisters will leave me far behind." Ah Yin's pretty face flushed slightly as she shot him an annoyed look.

Then she gently stroked her daughter Yingying's head and instructed, "Yingying, stay with Daddy today, along with Ayan, Dongdong, Liangyu, and Yuan. You have to listen to Daddy, okay?"

"Got it." The little ones answered in unison, their voices sweet and childish.

Only Ayan acted like a little adult, patting her flat little chest. "Leave it to me, Sister Ah Yin. I'll take good care of my little sisters."

Ah Yin nodded gently, then turned and walked toward the manor's mimic cultivation chamber, leaving Qin Xuan with a beautiful silhouette.

Qin Xuan felt like crying again. For a moment, he even regretted so recklessly having children.

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