Yanbai held Mikoto and cried for quite a while, coaxing her into taking him away.
Mikoto did not want Yanbai disturbing her son's rest either, so she took him to the living room.
In Fugaku's eyes, Yanbai was a woman.
Thus, he had no concerns at all when Mikoto left with Yanbai.
Fugaku took the opportunity to check on Itachi. After confirming that the child was fine, he urged him to return to his room and sleep.
In Fugaku's living room, Yanbai wiped his tears with silk brocade. Even like this, he was breathtakingly beautiful.
Watching beside him, Mikoto did not know whether to laugh or cry. "What's gotten into you today?"
"I'm so sorry for troubling you." Yanbai looked apologetic and sighed. "I only wanted to come see your child. I never meant to disturb you. It's just..."
At that point, Yanbai paused.
Mikoto looked puzzled. "It's just?"
Yanbai hesitated for a moment before saying, "Little Itachi reminded me of someone I once knew. I don't know why, but it brought back so many sad memories that I started crying."
Yanbai's half-truth left Mikoto silent for a moment.
"Are you feeling better now, then?" Mikoto asked with some concern.
"Ah... much better." Yanbai smiled again and asked with seeming casualness, "Itachi seems much more sensible than most children. You must have put a lot of thought into raising him, haven't you?"
"You're too kind. Itachi has always been sensible."
When she spoke of her son, pride inevitably appeared on Mikoto's face.
Yanbai smiled. With only a little gentle prompting, Mikoto began listing Itachi's good qualities from birth onward.
For instance, Itachi was very well-behaved. He generally did not cry or fuss, and when he was hungry or wet, he made sounds to alert his parents.
For instance, Itachi was