After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Shen Bingning gently wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and taught him earnestly: "I'm talking about you, listen carefully."

Xiao Yi put down his pen and refuted Shen Bingning's worries: "He is now at an age where he is full of curiosity about the world. How can my actions be considered as indulgence?"

"But he hurt someone today because of a moment of negligence. What if he grows up and becomes indifferent to human life? As a prince, if he doesn't even understand the value of life, how can we expect him to treat the people well in the future?"

Shen Bingning was filled with worries.

"He didn't mean to hurt anyone and I've reprimanded him."

Xiao Yi tried to explain, trying to ease his wife's worries.

Shen Bingning's eyes were as sharp as a sword, pointing directly at the memorial that was wet with saliva and looked rather embarrassed, with a hint of disbelief between the words: "Is this what you call a teaching method?"

After she finished speaking, her brows furrowed, and her tone contained obvious dissatisfaction and doubt.

Xiao Yi chuckled, and lightly tapped the memorial with his slender fingers, indicating its content: "No, this is just a small punishment for others, just to vent your anger."

His eyes were as gentle as water, trying to calm Shen Bingning's anger.

Upon hearing this, Shen Bingning unfolded the memorial with half belief and half doubt, and scanned it line by line. She saw that the paper was still repeating the words persuading Xiao Yi to expand his harem. The words were sincere, but also annoying.

Her brows furrowed even more tightly, and the worry in her heart seemed to turn into a physical entity, heavy and heavy.

"You do have deep expectations for Xun'er, but you have been educated as a king since childhood, and you seem to lack empathy and understanding for the suffering of the people."

There were sighs in Shen Bingning's words, and her eyes were cast softly into the distance, as if she was reminiscing, or worried.

"What he needs to understand is not only not to deviate from the right path, but more importantly, to learn to respect every life and understand every dignity."

Just as she finished her words, there was a sudden "pop!" in the air.

Looking back, it turned out that Yan Xun had accidentally knocked over the inkstone on the table. The thick ink was like a wanton dark cloud, instantly smearing the memorial that Xiao Yi had just carefully reviewed, making it particularly glaring.

"Yan Xun!"

For the first time, a hint of severity appeared in Xiao Yi's voice; his patience seemed to have been exhausted by this sudden episode.

Facing this scene, Shen Bingning calmed down instead. A look of determination flashed across her eyes: "You said you would teach him personally, so I'll leave this matter to you."

After she finished speaking, she gently straightened her dress, left the father and son looking at each other, turned and left, leaving the room silent and heavy.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Yan Xun has grown up. That day, the first word he uttered was "Father".

When Xiao Yi heard this, he was surprised and delighted, and his joy was beyond words. It seemed that everything in the world had lost its color at this moment, and only his son's soft voice was the most beautiful.

The old eunuch Wei at the side was so excited that his eyes filled with tears. He said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness is only seven months old and can speak. He is really talented. The future of Yan State is promising!"

His face was full of relief and pride.

Shen Bingning looked at this heartwarming scene, but felt a little jealous.

She gently held the little guy in her arms, her voice as gentle as spring water, trying to seduce him: "Come on, call me Queen. If that doesn't work, calling me mom is also good."

She smiled, a maternal twinkle in her eyes.

The little fellow stared at Shen Bingning's lips with round eyes, curiously, and seemed to find it very interesting. He suddenly opened his mouth, trying to respond to this love in his own way, but was stopped by Xiao Yi quickly. There was a hint of blame in his voice: "Naughty!"

The little guy's eyes were suddenly filled with tears, and his little face was buried in Shen Bingning's neck with grievance, and he made a low whimper.

"Forget it, I'll take him to Longzhang Palace."

As Xiao Yi spoke, he stretched out his hands and took the little figure from Shen Bingning's arms.

However, Yan Xun, who had just been taught a lesson by his father, was not willing to go along. He hurriedly called out "Mother" in a slightly awkward voice.

Although the pronunciation was not accurate, the childish voice was full of attachment to Shen Bingning, and everything was self-evident.

"Look, Xun'er is calling me."

Shen Bingning quickly hugged her son back into her arms and continued to coax him: "Do it again, scream again."

However, the little guy who returned to his mother's arms was no longer as lively as before. No matter how Shen Bingning tried to persuade him, he stubbornly closed his mouth and refused to say another word.

Seeing this, Shen Bingning had no choice but to hand the child back to Xiao Yi, "Well, then, you take him away."

"oops!"

The little guy was obviously unwilling, and his voice of protest was full of anxiety and unwillingness.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Just follow your father to the Dragon Chapter Palace and learn how to govern the country."

Xiao Yi comforted him, and his words revealed the kindness and tolerance unique to a father.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is Yan Xun’s first birthday.

Shen Bingning specially invited Xi Yan and her son to the palace to share this joy.

She asked with concern: "How are you these days? Are there any inconveniences in your life?"

Xi Yan's eyes fell on Xiao Ling who was swinging leisurely, with a happy smile on her face: "Everything is arranged properly, thank you for the care of the Queen."

"If you have any difficulties, just tell me."

Shen Bingning's tone was gentle and sincere.

Xi Yan shook her head slightly, with a somewhat indifferent smile: "Although there is no longer the prosperity and crowds of the past, these quiet days make me feel free and at ease."

Shen Bingning nodded deeply, and a resonance surged in her heart.

As a queen, she was well aware of the pressure and busyness of being in a high position. She would occasionally miss the carefree days of the past and even have the idea of ​​escaping.

Xi Yan chuckled, her eyes flashing with understanding: "My queen, you have always been so different. You don't seem to regard the throne of queen, which others dream of, as a paradise."

"is it?"

Shen Bingning recalled that Xiao Yi once jokingly accused her of being lazy, but she knew in her heart that being lazy or not did not prevent her from being a kind person.

"Your Majesty's detachment and carefreeness are truly admirable. If I can be like this, I also hope to live like you."

There was sincerity in Xi Yan's words.

"It's not that difficult. Just be nicer to yourself and listen more to your heart."

Shen Bingning's words were simple but full of wisdom. Xi Yan nodded solemnly and made a promise.

While the two were talking, Qing'er came hurriedly to report: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has started the one-year-old ceremony."

Shen Bingning warmly invited Xi Yan to go and witness this important moment together: "Let's take a look together."

Yan Xun's one-year-old baby's birth ceremony was not held publicly in front of all the ministers. Xiao Yi only let the little prince show up briefly and then returned to Fengqing Palace.

Amidst the blessings and expectations, Xiao Yi had the items for the one-year-old celebration arranged, carefully placed Yan Xun on the table, and encouraged him, "Go ahead and pick one you like."