Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

The next morning.

As dawn broke, the morning light filtered through the window, casting dappled golden rays onto the soft bed.

Xiao Zhiruo opened her eyes first, her long eyelashes like two small fans, blinking gently as she looked around at her sleeping parents with a dazed expression.

She tilted her head slightly, and her chubby little hand tentatively touched Han Jae-in's cheek. The warm touch made her giggle.

Immediately, Xiao Zhiruo propped herself up on her hands and feet, nestled against Han Zaiyin's chest, and whispered in her ear in a sleepy, childlike voice, "Mommy... I'm awake..."

Not satisfied with just calling out, she climbed up to Lin Lang, patted his shoulder with her little hand, and said in a voice as sweet as honey, "Father... wake up..."

Lin Lang was a light sleeper and was awakened by his daughter's soft voice and gentle pats. When he opened his eyes, he saw the little one lying on him, her round eyes sparkling, and a faint smile on her lips.

He reached out and gently hugged his daughter's soft little body, his voice hoarse from just waking up, but full of affection: "My little darling, why are you awake so early?"

Little Zhiruo rolled around in Lin Lang's arms, kicked her short legs, and replied in a clear voice, "Mother said the early bird catches the worm."

Lin Lang affectionately touched his daughter's face and said with a smile, "The early bird catches the worm."

Han Zaiyin was also awakened by the noise from the father and daughter. When she opened her eyes, she saw her daughter rolling around on Lin Lang like a little dumpling.

She reached out and pulled Xiao Zhiruo close to her, kissed her on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Our Ruo'er is such a naughty little thing, she never sleeps in late."

Little Zhiruo hugged Han Zaiyin's neck, snuggled against her, and then turned to Lin Lang, reaching out her little hands: "Father, hug me!"

After saying that, she broke free from Han Zaiyin's embrace and pounced back onto Lin Lang, rolling her little body back and forth between the two of them. Her soft little feet occasionally touched Lin Lang's chin or the back of Han Zaiyin's hand, causing the two of them to giggle.

Lin Lang reached out to protect his daughter's small body, preventing her from rolling off the bed, and asked with a smile, "Ruo'er, you can roll around so much, do you want to be a little monkey?"

Little Zhiruo blinked her big eyes and shouted in her childish voice, "Yes! I want to be Sun Wukong! Riding the somersault cloud!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her little arms and imitated Lin Lang's movements, her little face flushed and looking incredibly cute.

Han Jae-in leaned against the headboard, watching the father and daughter playfully interacting, her eyes filled with tenderness.

She reached out and gently combed her daughter's disheveled hair, saying softly, "Then let's get up and wash up first, have breakfast, and then you can play with your older sister and younger brother, okay?"

"Yay!" Little Zhiruo immediately stopped rolling around, clapped her little hands excitedly, hugged Lin Lang's neck and gave him a "smack" kiss on the cheek, then turned her head and kissed Han Zaiyin on the cheek as well, sweetly calling out, "Father and Mother are the best!"

Lin Lang and Han Zaiyin exchanged a smile, their faces beaming with happiness.

In the morning light, the sounds of laughter and soft baby voices mingled together on the bed, creating a warm and sweet atmosphere that painted the most touching picture of family life.

After getting up and washing up, Lin Lang had just changed his clothes when Sun Yizhen's real-time video feed appeared on the virtual screen in front of him.

Sun Yizhen was sitting in front of the carved dressing table, her jade-like fingers holding a wooden comb, casually combing her long black hair, her face full of coquettishness.

"You bad Lin Lang, you stinky Lin Lang!" She puffed out her cheeks, her little mouth so pouting it could hold an oil lamp, her voice carrying a mix of grievance and reproach. "You transported me to the Tang Dynasty and then just left me there, while you ran off to have some fun? Humph! What a scoundrel!"

The comb paused, and Sun Yizhen frowned at her reflection in the bronze mirror, her tone becoming increasingly urgent: "It's been so long and you haven't come to be with me, let alone take me back to the modern world."

"Hmph! The movie they signed is about to start filming. If filming is delayed, not only will they have to pay huge breach of contract penalties, but how will they ever be able to establish themselves in the film industry again?"

Sun Yizhen scratched her hair in frustration, picked up her phone from the table, and looked at it. Her tone turned somber: "To make matters worse, there's no cell phone signal in Tang Dynasty. I can't call Lin Lang or send him a text message. It's driving me crazy!"

As she spoke, she stomped her foot at the air, looking both angry and adorable.

Lin Lang looked at the pouting, complaining figure on the system screen, slapped his forehead, and suddenly realized, "Oh dear! How could I forget that Sun Yizhen was in the Tang Dynasty!"

The warmth and sweetness in his heart were instantly replaced by guilt. Without delay, Lin Lang quickly gathered the power of the [Space-Time Global Teleport] skill at his fingertips. A faint halo appeared around him, and he disappeared from the spot in the next second.

Sun Yizhen was still muttering to herself in front of the mirror on the dressing table when she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure in the mirror. Her pupils contracted sharply, and her eyes, which had been filled with anger, instantly lit up as if they were filled with stars.

She paused for a moment, then a bright smile bloomed on her face, and she placed the wooden comb in her hand on the dressing table with a "clatter".

"Your Majesty!" Sun Yizhen exclaimed in surprise, turning around without hesitation. Her skirt traced a beautiful arc with her movement as she rushed straight into Lin Lang's arms, who had just regained his footing.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Lang's waist, rubbed her cheek against his chest, and said in a voice filled with undisguised joy and grievance, "You've finally come! I thought you'd abandoned me here!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang tightened his grip on Sun Yizhen's arm and comforted her, "Silly girl, how could I possibly abandon you in the Tang Dynasty?"

Sun Yizhen nestled in Lin Lang's arms and said coquettishly, "I missed you!"

Lin Lang gently stroked Sun Yizhen's fragrant shoulder and coaxed, "I've missed you too! My beloved, have you not been eating well these past two days?"

Sun Yizhen snuggled closer to Lin Lang, her nose brushing against his clothes, her voice soft and aggrieved: "Perhaps I'm not used to the climate and water of the Tang Dynasty, or perhaps I'm pregnant and experiencing morning sickness. I feel nauseous and want to vomit whenever I smell greasy food."

The doting look in Lin Lang's eyes was instantly replaced by concern. He looked down at the beautiful woman's face in his arms, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek, his tone full of heartache: "Morning sickness? Why didn't you say so earlier? Are you feeling terribly unwell?"

Sun Yizhen replied with a wronged expression, "I only started experiencing morning sickness these past two days. I wanted to contact you, but I couldn't reach you."

Lin Lang bent down and picked up Sun Yizhen horizontally, carefully carrying her to the soft bed, and then pulled a thin blanket over her legs.

Then, Lin Lang sat on the edge of the bed and held Sun Yizhen's hand, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his fingertips: "It's my fault, I've made you suffer alone."

Sun Yizhen blinked her reddened eyes and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, I'm hungry again, but the smell of food makes me nauseous and I can't eat. What should I do? I feel like I have no strength left in my body."

Lin Lang raised his hand and touched Sun Yizhen's forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she did not have a fever.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang took out a walkie-talkie from his personal space and instructed the servants to bring breakfast to Consort Zhen's room.

After ending the call, Lin Lang activated the [Healing Hand] skill, and a faint golden light emanated from his palm and between his fingers as he gently stroked Sun Yizhen's still-flat stomach.

Golden light, like a warm stream, flowed slowly from Lin Lang's fingertips into Sun Yizhen's abdomen, and the moment it touched her, it transformed into a delicate warmth that spread outwards.

Sun Yizhen was slightly taken aback. The nausea she had felt due to morning sickness subsided almost instantly, and the tightness in her chest seemed to dissipate as if a gentle breeze had swept over her.

She could clearly feel that gentle power flowing through her body, soothing her churning stomach. Her previously weak and sore limbs slowly warmed up and were no longer as unsteady as before.

Lin Lang's palm had just the right amount of warmth, and combined with the nourishing light of healing, it made Sun Yizhen relax completely. She leaned closer to Lin Lang, and the grievance in her eyes was gradually replaced by peace of mind.

"Your Majesty, this...this feels so good..." Son Ye-jeong murmured, her furrowed brows completely relaxed, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks, no longer as pale as before.

That lingering, greasy, and nauseating feeling completely disappeared.

Instead, a long-lost sense of freshness washed over me, and even my empty stomach began to feel a gentle hunger, no longer the contradictory feeling of being both hungry and nauseous as before.

Lin Lang maintained his position, the golden light at his fingertips slowly receding until he was sure Sun Yizhen's breathing was steady, then he slowly withdrew his hand, his voice still gentle: "My dear consort, is your morning sickness any better now? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Sun Yizhen shook her head, snuggled closer to Lin Lang, and smiled sweetly, "I feel much better! I don't feel nauseous at all anymore, and I actually feel like eating something now."

She raised her hand and touched her lower abdomen, where it felt warm, as if a tiny life was responding to her tenderness, filling her heart with softness.

Lin Lang held Sun Yizhen's fair and soft hand and said gently, "I have cured your morning sickness. From now on, my beloved concubine will not be unable to eat due to morning sickness."

Upon hearing this, Sun Yizhen looked at Lin Lang with sparkling eyes and said coquettishly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, hee hee..."

Just then, soft footsteps came from outside the door. A servant carried in a carefully prepared bowl of congee, hot milk, steamed eggs, flatbread, side dishes, and several plates of soft and sticky pastries. The servant moved very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the cozy atmosphere inside.

Lin Lang helped Sun Yizhen sit up, placed a soft pillow behind her back, picked up the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful of warm porridge, blew on it before bringing it to her lips: "Here, have some porridge to tide you over. It's all light, it'll definitely suit your taste."

Sun Yizhen opened her mouth and ate, the clear and refreshing porridge sliding down her throat, soothing her stomach. She squinted her eyes contentedly, like a kitten being stroked: "The porridge Your Majesty feeds me is just so delicious."

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the two of them, accompanied by the aroma of porridge and soft whispers, creating a scene of serene beauty.

Lin Lang looked at Sun Yizhen swallowing small bites, his eyes full of doting: "You need to pay attention to your nutrition during your pregnancy. It's okay to eat a little more."

Son Ye-jeong smiled sweetly and playfully, "Anyway, Your Majesty has granted me the [Eternal Body Freeze], so I won't gain weight no matter how much delicious food I enjoy. I no longer need to restrict my diet to maintain my figure."

While feeding Sun Yizhen porridge, Lin Lang gently coaxed her, "After breakfast, I will take you back to the modern world to formally propose marriage to your family and pay a visit to your father-in-law and mother-in-law with betrothal gifts."

"Really?" Son Ye-jin's eyes lit up.