Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The little girl seemed to like him particularly. Her chubby little hands played with the jade buttons on his lapel, and she mumbled some childish words that only she understood.

"Achen and Xiaofan haven't woken up yet." Liang Junze pointed to the west wing. "Breakfast will probably have to wait a little longer."

Zhou Ziqian breathed a sigh of relief, and then a wave of envy surged up in him.

In the palace, not to mention the prince, even the favored emperor would be scolded if he got up late.

But looking at Liang Junze's expression, it seemed that waiting for those two lazy guys to get up and have dinner was a very normal thing.

"Brother Aze!" Lin Yuxuan's voice came from the herb garden, "Come and see this Panax notoginseng!"

Liang Junze smiled apologetically: "Seventh Prince..."

"You go ahead and do your work." Zhou Ziqian said quickly, "I...I'll play with Yaoyao for a while."

There were only two of them left under the grape trellis.

Yaoyao took out a cloth tiger from somewhere and stuffed it into Zhou Ziqian's hand like a treasure: "Here, brother!"

Zhou Ziqian recognized that this was the one she insisted on placing next to his pillow last night.

The cloth tiger was old and the thread on one of its eyes was a little loose, but it was washed clean.

He squeezed it carefully, and it seemed to be filled with herbs, emitting a light soothing fragrance.

"This is..."

"Daddy Mu did it!" Yaoyao announced proudly, "Yaoyao won't feel any pain if she sleeps soundly!"

Zhou Ziqian's heart trembled.

When he was three years old, he had smallpox and was in a daze with fever. All he wanted was a doll, but his mother scolded him as "useless".

In the end, a servant secretly slipped one to him, but the next day the nanny cut it into pieces in front of him.

"Brother, your eyes are tearing." Yaoyao suddenly touched his face with her little hands.

Zhou Ziqian then realized that he was crying.

Just as he was about to wipe it, a Supa was handed to him.

Mu Feng was standing in the corridor at some point, holding Xinxin, who had just woken up, in his arms.

"The mountain wind is strong and it's easy to get blinded." Mu Feng said gently, cleverly making up for his gaffe.

Yaoyao immediately became excited when she saw her sister and struggled to get down.

Zhou Ziqian bent down to put her down, but the little girl held his finger tightly and said, "Brother, come too!"

He was dragged out to the corridor.

Xinxin was babbling and playing with her feet. She was not afraid of the stranger approaching. Instead, she stretched out her little hand to grab the jade pendant on his waist.

Mu Feng smiled and adjusted his posture so that Zhou Ziqian could see the baby's pink little face clearly.

“Want a hug?”

Zhou Ziqian shook his head nervously: "I...I can't..."

"It's very simple." Mu Feng gently placed Xinxin in his arms and instructed him to hold the baby's neck. "Yes, that's it."

Xinxin was surprisingly well-behaved. She looked at this strange brother curiously in his arms, and suddenly she smiled with her toothless little mouth.

Zhou Ziqian felt as if his heart was about to melt in this warm ball, and even his breathing was extremely light, for fear of disturbing this little elf.

"The Seventh Prince holds Yaoyao much more steadily than Brother Ayan." Mu Feng joked, "When he first held Yaoyao, his arms were as stiff as wood."

Zhou Ziqian couldn't help but imagine that scene, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Xinxin suddenly frowned, and then he felt a heat on his arm -

“Ah! She…”

"Did you pee?" Mu Feng took the child skillfully. "It's okay, just change the diaper."

Zhou Ziqian looked at his wet brocade robe and instead of being annoyed, he felt curious.

In the palace, if any prince or princess wet their mother's clothes, they would be beaten with a slap.

"I'll go find you some clean clothes." Mu Feng said as he was about to get up.

"No need to bother..." Zhou Ziqian was halfway through his words when he suddenly started coughing violently.

I couldn't stop coughing. It felt like my lungs were stuffed with cotton and my breathing became more and more rapid.

"Seventh Prince!" Mu Feng's face suddenly changed. He held Xinxin in one hand and supported his shaking body with the other. "Axuan! Call Axuan here quickly!"

Zhou Ziqian's vision went dark, and he instinctively reached for the medicine bag at his waist, but then he remembered that the medicine bag had fallen in the room.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms caught him steadily.

"Take a deep breath." Gu Qingyan returned without him knowing when, half-hugging him in his arms, pressing his thumb on a certain acupuncture point on his wrist, "Count after me, one, two, three..."

Zhou Ziqian’s confused mind flashed with the disgusted looks of his brothers – “Pretending to be sick again to get sympathy.”

He struggled to push Gu Qingyan away, but was pressed even tighter.

"Don't move." Gu Qingyan's voice was unexpectedly gentle. "A Xuan is here."

Lin Yuxuan almost ran over, the medicine box clanging behind him.

Without saying a word, he pinched Zhou Ziqian's chin open and stuffed a pill in.

"Hold it in your mouth, don't swallow it."

The bitter medicinal aroma dissolved in the mouth, and the spasm in the throat gradually subsided.

Only then did Zhou Ziqian realize that he was leaning on Gu Qingyan's strong chest. The other's heartbeat could be heard through the clothes, steady and strong.

"I'm sorry to have frightened you." Liang Junze handed over the warm water. "It's the morning dew that caused the asthma."

Zhou Ziqian was extremely ashamed.

If you make such a commotion while being a guest, you'll probably be considered troublesome.

He forced himself to stand up and apologize, but Lin Yuxuan pushed him back into his chair.

"The Seventh Prince's pulse is more stable than yesterday." Lin Yuxuan said surprisingly, "That cough just now was actually a good thing—it expelled the cold accumulated in his lungs."

Zhou Ziqian was stunned.

From childhood to adulthood, his coughing and wheezing have always only been met with sighs and shakes of the head by the imperial physicians. When has he ever heard the expression "it's a good thing"?

"Really?" His voice trembled.

"Why would I lie to you?" Lin Yuxuan smiled and put away the pulse pillow. "But don't hold the child today, so as not to tire yourself out."

As he was speaking, the door of the west wing banged open.

Shangguan Haochen rushed out with messy hair: "What's wrong? I heard..." Before he could finish his words, he tripped over the threshold.

“Slow down!” Shangguan Haomu followed closely behind, quickly supporting his brother, “The twins are still restless!”

Zhou Chufan was the last to show up, yawning and tying his belt: "Good morning, everyone... Hey? Brother, why do you look so..."

"It's okay." Zhou Ziqian interrupted hurriedly, not wanting to spoil everyone's fun. "It was my own carelessness."

Shen Yunyan silently brought a bowl of steaming medicinal food from the kitchen: "Drink it while it's hot."

Zhou Ziqian took the porcelain bowl, and the hot steam blurred his vision.

He suddenly remembered that when he dined in the palace, every dish had to be tested for poison by eunuchs and the tableware had to be checked with silver needles.

But at this moment, this bowl of medicinal food that had passed through countless hands made him feel unprecedented peace of mind.

"It's time for dinner!" Su Yue's voice came from the flower hall, "Today we have Yun Yan's special lotus leaf porridge."

Everyone walked towards the flower hall, chatting and laughing.

Zhou Ziqian fell behind, looking at the backs of this group of people in the sun - Mu Feng holding Xinxin, Su Yue making Hanhan laugh, Liang Junze holding Yaoyao's hand, Shangguan Haomu holding Ningning and not forgetting to instruct Shangguan Haochen, Zhou Chufan and Gu Qingyan arm in arm, and Lin Yuxuan and Shen Yunyan discussing the prescription while walking.

This was the first time in twenty years that he felt the warmth of the word "home".