"Now that's more like it."
Jiang Yourning chuckled.
"Little Wukong, come here and call them Mom and Dad a few more times. After all, from now on, you'll only be able to call them Lord Jiang and Madam Jiang."
"Okay."
Little Wukong stopped playing and came over, his smiling face looking unusually well-behaved.
"Dad, Mom, no matter what my name is in the future or who my birth parents are, you'll always be my mom and dad in my heart.
"We can keep things separate, too. In private, I'll still be your son."
Lin Xiangyin was visibly moved by his words. She reached out and gently stroked Little Wukong's face.
"Good boy. You really are my darling son."
Beside them.
Jiang Huai'an trembled once again. Only after making sure no one was watching did he shakily address Little Wukong:
"Good boy, you... you must never call us Mom and Dad again. Otherwise... even if I had ten heads, they wouldn't be enough for the chopping block."
"Shut up! If you're going to be such a coward, you're not getting any roast meat tonight!"
Lin Xiangyin shot Jiang Huai'an a glare.
Helpless, Jiang Huai'an could only give an awkward smile and keep cowering like a quail.
That night, everyone seemed to wear a broad smile.
On his way back to bed, Little Wukong got halfway there before he couldn't help running back to tug at Jiang Yourning's sleeve again.
"Big Sister."
"Hmm?"
"Starting tomorrow, I'll have to be apart from you."
Little Wukong stared fixedly at Jiang Yourning, his obsidian eyes filled with an indescribable reluctance and sadness.
"It's all right. I'll come find you in the palace whenever I have time. We'll still see each other often."
Jiang Yourning smiled gently, though uncertainty lingered in her voice.
To be honest,