Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Wu Xiha opened her red lips and said, "Third brother has a special fondness for calligraphy and painting. I was thinking about going to the shop I brought as a dowry tomorrow and looking around. Maybe I can find some masterpieces by famous artists! If I find something that really suits my taste, it would be a perfect gift for you, third brother."

Yinzhen said slowly, "There's still some time until May, so we don't need to rush. Everything should be handled step by step and in an orderly manner! However, we are still in the mourning period, so I don't think we should have a grand celebration for my third brother's birthday."

Wu Xiha nodded slightly and replied softly, "You are absolutely right, my lord. I haven't thought it through enough. But I thought that even if we don't organize a grand ceremony, it would be nice to send a small gift privately to show our appreciation."

Yinzhen patted her hand gently and said, "I know your feelings."

Wu Xiha said softly, "Master, it's getting so late. You should go to bed early. You have to go to court early tomorrow morning, so you can't tire yourself out." As she spoke, she skillfully spread out the soft bedding carefully.

Yinzhen nodded, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, "You are so careful." Then he undressed and lay down on the bed. Wu Xiha blew out the candle and gently lay down on the inside of the bed.

Yuqing Palace

Chenghu hurried back from Dunben Hall to the main courtyard, his heart pounding with concern for the person inside. Reaching the door, he gently pushed it, and it swung open. Stepping inside, he called out softly, "Ranran?" His voice tinged with eagerness and anticipation. However, the room was silent, with no response. Chenghu frowned slightly and quickened his pace, heading inside.

Yiermu was lazily reclining on the couch, holding an exquisite rattle in his hand, gently shaking it and teasing the two adorable little ones in front of him. They giggled and waved their little hands in the air, trying to catch the shaking rattle. Just then, a familiar sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Yiermu said, "Tiantian, An'an, your father is back."

Cheng Hu walked into the house and saw this heartwarming scene. The anxiety on his face instantly turned into tenderness. He walked forward, picked up his son An An, and kissed his little face. Yi Ermu looked up at him and said angrily, "Why are you back so late today?"

Cheng Hu sighed and said, "I was delayed by some business in Dunben Palace today, and I have been thinking about you three."

After hearing this, Yiermu smiled faintly, "You just say sweet words to coax people." Chenghu held the child and sat on the edge of the couch, holding Yiermu's hand with his other hand, "I'm speaking from the heart."

Yiermu bowed slightly, a perfect smile on her face, and asked softly, "Master, I wonder if you have had dinner yet? Should I ask the kitchen to prepare dinner for you?"

Chenghu shook his head. "I've already eaten a little in Dunben Palace, so I'm not hungry now." Yiermu nodded and turned to the maid next to him and ordered, "Bring me a bowl of hot soup to warm me up."

Soon, the maid came in with steaming hot soup. Chenghu took it and drank it slowly, but his eyes always stayed on Yiermu and the children.

Yiermu: "The children haven't seen me for a long time. Please stay with me for a while."

Cheng Hu put down the soup bowl, holding An An in one hand and holding Tian Tian's little hand in the other, his eyes full of love. He played with the children for a while, and when the children were sleepy, he handed them over to the maid to take them to rest.

Only Chenghu and Yiermu were left in the room. Yiermu leaned on Chenghu's shoulder and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, sir.

Cheng Hu looked up at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, then turned his head gently to look at the person next to him and said softly: "It's getting late. You've been busy all day and must be tired. Why don't you rest and go to bed early?" As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked the other person's cheek, his eyes full of concern and tenderness.

Yiermu replied softly, "Everything is up to me." Chenghu then helped Yiermu lie down and tucked the quilt for her.