Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang looked down at his son, whose sobs were gradually subsiding, and gently wiped away the remaining tears on his cheeks with his fingertips. He said softly to Princess Jin Yao, "Rest assured, my beloved consort!"

"Nan'er's acute gastroenteritis has been cured by me. The inflammation and spasms in her body have subsided, and she will never have a recurrence."

Princess Jin Yao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and embraced Lin Lang and her son with tears in her eyes, crying, "You really scared me to death just now!"

"This is the first time my son has been sick since he was born. Seeing him writhing in pain breaks my heart, sob sob..."

Lin Lang held Xiao Haonan in one arm and hugged Princess Jin Yao back with the other, comforting her, "Don't cry, my beloved consort. With me here, I can protect you and your child at any time."

Princess Jin Yao hugged Lin Lang and her son tightly, choking back tears, and said, "If anything happens to my son, I will not live either."

Lin Lang patted Princess Jin Yao's back and coaxed, "Alright, alright! My dear consort, don't cry anymore, it will break my heart if you cry again!"

"Yes, thankfully Your Majesty arrived in time. If it weren't for Your Majesty's miraculous healing of my son's stomachache, I truly wouldn't know what to do." Princess Jin Yao released Lin Lang with lingering fear.

"It's alright, my dear. Look, our son has calmed down now."

Lin Lang gently rocked Xiao Haonan in his arms. Although the golden light in his palm had faded, a faint warmth remained, enveloping the child's soft little body.

Xiao Haonan seemed completely relieved, tightening his arms around Lin Lang's neck and nuzzling his head against his neck. The previously burning forehead gradually returned to a slightly cool touch.

The little one's breathing became even and deep, as if the excruciating pain from before had been soothed by the gentle golden light.

Princess Jin Yao looked at her son with heartache in her eyes, carefully brushing away the sweat-dampened stray hairs of Xiao Haonan. When her fingertips touched his smooth forehead, her voice was still choked with lingering fear.

"My son, is there anything still bothering you?"

Little Haonan raised his chubby little hand and clumsily wiped away Princess Jin Yao's tears, saying in his childish voice, "Mother, don't cry, my tummy doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Yes, Nan'er is so sensible, Mother, don't cry anymore." Princess Jin Yao said, tears rolling down her cheeks again, but not from the despair of before, but from the relief of surviving a disaster.

Lin Lang freed one hand and gently patted Princess Jin Yao's hand to comfort her, saying, "It's my fault for being late, which frightened my beloved concubine and Nan'er."

"Your Majesty, it's all my fault for not taking good care of our son."

"My dear consort, please don't blame yourself. Your son's abdominal pain is due to acute appendicitis caused by obstruction of the appendix lumen. It has nothing to do with you. You've raised our son to be healthy and chubby, and so well-behaved. That's already very good!"

After hearing this, Princess Jin Yao wiped away her tears and said, "Your Majesty treats me so well, you have not blamed me at all."

"You are my beloved concubine. If I don't treat you well, who else should I treat well?"

Little Hao Nan chimed in childishly, "Good to Nan'er!"

Lin Lang kissed his son's little face and said with a doting expression, "That's right, it's no problem for Father to be good to Nan'er. Give Father a kiss."

Little Hao Nan cupped Lin Lang's cheeks in his little hands, leaned in and kissed him, smearing Lin Lang's face with saliva, and laughed loudly with joy.

Princess Jin Yao finally smiled, kissed her son's cheek, and said in a doting tone, "You naughty boy, you almost scared your mother to death just now."

Little Haonan giggled as Princess Jin Yao kissed him, his chubby little body wriggling in Lin Lang's arms like a little dumpling that had just recovered from its fear and regained its liveliness.

He blinked his big eyes, his long eyelashes still glistening with undried tears, while his little hands restlessly groped for the head ornament his mother wore. His chubby fingertips pinched the jade beads on it, gently shaking them and making a soft tinkling sound.

Princess Jin Yao took her son from Lin Lang's arms, held him tenderly in her embrace, and gently coaxed him, "You little rascal, you really do want to play as soon as you get some energy."

Xiao Haonan tilted his head and rubbed his cheek against Princess Jin Yao's warm clothes, the soft hair making one's heart itch.

Princess Jin Yao looked at her son's adorable appearance, her eyes filled with unyielding affection, and deliberately rubbed her chin gently against his little forehead.

"You naughty boy, I usually complain about how naughty you are, but I only realize it when you get sick. It's better if you don't get sick when you're naughty."

Lin Lang took out a rattle drum from his personal space and handed it to Xiao Haonan, coaxing, "Son, this is a rattle drum that your father bought for you in Luoyang."

Little Hao Nan's eyes instantly lit up like two round, black grapes, and his chubby little hands moved as fast as cannonballs, grabbing the wooden handle of the rattle drum.

He hadn't quite mastered the strength yet; his little hands gripped tightly, his knuckles turning pink, and then he started shaking it vigorously from side to side—"Thump thump thump..."

The red tassels swung back and forth with his movements, tickling his little face. Little Haonan didn't care and swayed more and more energetically, his little body bouncing in his mother's arms like a bouncy little rabbit.

"Dong dong! It's fun!" Little Haonan exclaimed in his childish voice, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth without him noticing.

Seeing her son go from heart-wrenching cries to playing happily, Princess Jinyao couldn't help but smile. She gently used her handkerchief to wipe the drool from her son's mouth.

Xiao Haonan held the rattle drum up to his eyes, his round eyes fixed on the little tiger pattern on the drumhead. He even opened his mouth wide with a "woo" sound, making a cute yet fierce expression like the little tiger.

Lin Lang gently pinched his son's nose, overflowing with fatherly love, and coaxed, "Son, how can you be so cute? You're so adorable!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Xiao Haonan brought the rattle drum closer to Lin Lang's ear and shook it even louder, "Father, listen! Boom boom!"

Lin Lang deliberately frowned and exclaimed, "Ouch! My son, your rattle is making my ears ring! You're really something!"

Little Haonan immediately giggled, tilting his head back to reveal a few baby teeth that hadn't fully grown in. He shook the drum even faster, the "thump thump thump" sound mingling with his laughter, filling the hall with a sweet and lively atmosphere.

Lin Lang took out a small porcelain deer figurine from his personal space and waved it in front of Xiao Haonan. "Ta-da, son, look what this is?"

"Horse, Father, I want a little horse." The little guy held a rattle drum in his right hand and reached out his left hand to take the porcelain deer doll.

Lin Lang replied with a smile, "Son, you can't call a deer a horse. This is a porcelain doll of a little deer."

Xiao Haonan gripped the porcelain deer doll tightly in his left hand and giggled sweetly, "A deer? It's fun."

Then, Lin Lang took out several porcelain figurines from his personal space, bent down and placed them on the ground, saying affectionately, "Son, these are porcelain figurines that your father bought for you in Luoyang. Come down and play with them."

"Wow... Thank you, Father!" Little Hao Nan's eyes lit up, and he wiggled his little legs in his mother's arms, wanting to get down.

Princess Jin Yao carefully placed her son on the ground, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and said, "Son, look how much your father loves you."

Xiao Haonan immediately squatted down on the ground, losing interest in the rattle drum in his hand and throwing it aside. He grabbed a porcelain figurine of Guan Yu and asked curiously, "Father, what weapon is he holding?"

Lin Lang patiently replied, "Son, this porcelain figurine is Guan Yu, the 'Martial Saint,' whose courtesy name was Yunchang. He is holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade."

"The other two are Guan Yu's two sworn brothers from the Oath of the Peach Garden. The porcelain figurine holding a sword in both hands is Liu Bei, the founding emperor of Shu Han, whose courtesy name was Xuande. He is the eldest brother."

"This burly man with a thick beard holding a spear is Zhang Fei, courtesy name Yide. He is the third son and a famous general of Shu Han during the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period."

After hearing this, Xiao Haonan asked in his childish voice, "Father, are you more powerful? Or is Guan Yu, the Martial Saint, more powerful?"

“Uh…” Lin Lang was speechless for a moment.

Princess Jin Yao smiled and replied, "My child, this is a difficult question to answer. Guan Yu is revered as the God of War by later generations because of his unwavering loyalty and righteousness."

"And your father, although he was invincible throughout the world, he had a large number of wives and concubines, and your aunts were too many to count. So your father was a 'love saint,' and he and Guan Yu, the martial saint, each had their own strengths and were both very powerful." Princess Jin Yao couldn't help but laugh as she said this.

"Uh... our son is still so young, my dear consort, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Haonan said in a daze, "Mother, when I grow up, I want to become a 'love saint' like Father."

"Hehe..." Princess Jin Yao covered her mouth and laughed, "My child, don't inherit your father's tendency to fall in love with every girl he sees."

Lin Lang patted his son's cute little head and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Good son, you're already so ambitious at the age when you wet the bed!"

Xiao Haonan only frowned slightly before grinning and continuing to play with the porcelain Zhang Fei doll, his innocent charm completely dispelling the gloom of his previous illness.

Lin Lang and Princess Jin Yao couldn't help but exchange a smile, both feeling healed and warmed by their son's adorable appearance.

When Princess Jin Yao's personal Silla maid rushed back to the palace in a panic, she saw that Xiao Hao Nan had escaped danger and was squatting on the ground having a great time. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Lang instructed, "Yueying, convey my decree to bring the food here. I want to have breakfast with Nan'er and Consort Zhao."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will go right away!" Silla maid Yueying hurriedly bowed and retreated, her steps more steady than when she came.

Lin Lang looked at Xiao Haonan with affection and said softly, "Son, are you hungry?"

Lin Haonan unconsciously pursed his lips and replied in a childish voice with a single word: "Hungry, I want to eat chilled strawberry preserves."

"No, that won't do." Lin Lang's tone was stern, but his heart was full of tenderness as he said, "A child's stomach and spleen are delicate. How can they withstand such cold stimulation if they eat chilled strawberry preserves for breakfast?"

Hearing that his father forbade him to eat chilled strawberry preserves, Xiao Haonan pouted, somewhat unhappy.

Lin Lang looked at Princess Jin Yao and instructed, "Nan'er is still young. From now on, you must not give Nan'er any raw or cold food. Her diet must be warm and light."

Princess Jin Yao replied repeatedly, "Your Majesty, I will remember this and will take good care of her from now on, and will never let Nan'er suffer from this stomachache again."

Lin Lang was relieved after hearing this.

Little Haonan squatted on the ground, his little hands gripping the handle of the spear of the Zhang Fei porcelain puppet, making it "thrust" at the Liu Bei porcelain puppet, while shouting "Charge!"

Then, he placed the Guan Yu porcelain figurine in the middle, arranged the three figurines in a row with his little hands, and pointed at Liu Bei's head with his chubby finger: "You sit here!"

Poke Zhang Fei again: "Big Beard, you're not allowed to push!"

The little one clapped his hands and fiddled with the porcelain puppet, his round eyes sparkling with pure joy. His exquisitely carved little face looked incredibly cute.