After the interstellar female general died in battle, she transmigrated into the body of a dashing p

As time went on, the suffocating feeling caused by the body weakened the sense of security...

In a daze, she subconsciously worried that she didn't know what her mother, whom she had never met, was like. In the past few months, she had been able to feel her mother's joys and sorrows from time to time while she was in her belly.

From what she had sensed during this period, it seemed that her mother didn't have high expectations for her.

She never spoke to herself and rarely showed any particular happiness or sadness.

Aside from the occasional jumping around.

Sometimes she even wondered what this woman was doing outside, and whether she knew she was pregnant.

Until one time when he clearly sensed her low spirits, and Zheng'an almost thought he was going to starve to death, someone advised her to eat, saying, "Even for the sake of the child, you have to take care of your health!"

Since then, the woman's emotions have been stable, and similar situations have never occurred again.

In his hazy state, Zheng'an heard the chaotic sounds outside, and then someone calmly asked, "Your Majesty, the Emperor said to save the infant, then this humble subject..."

Before he could finish speaking, her face, as pale as rain, clutched the cloth that had already soaked her soft clothes. The excruciating pain in her body had left her utterly exhausted. Her slender hands, which had been tightly gripping the quilt, trembled as she removed the cloth from her mouth and struggled to speak, "Protect the child, or be executed." Even though she was now as frail as a willow branch, her words still carried an undeniable authority.

Immediately, the entire hall fell silent as everyone knelt down.

Hearing her words, Zheng'an, still inside her, was furious. Her head was spinning, and she struggled violently, flailing her arms and legs. "What do you mean 'little'? Are you crazy? Are you stupid?" she cried, trying to express her vehement protest. "Stupid woman, I don't need your help!" She didn't care about seeing the sun, but she didn't want to be reincarnated with this stupid woman...

Yun Shu, lying on the bed, clearly felt the movement in her belly. A strange look flashed in her eyes. Did the little one understand?

The imperial physician trembled like a leaf, yet he still said with trepidation, "Your Majesty, I will go and ask immediately." Since he was going to die anyway, he still wanted to try his luck, so he immediately turned around and ran towards the outer hall.

Given the Empress's condition, it was already an achievement that he had used all his knowledge in his life to save even one of them.

In situations like this, it's beyond his control as a physician.

The image that appeared in Zheng An's mind before she lost consciousness was of a short sword she had specially commissioned in the Lus Empire to be made according to the style of ancient cold weapons. Not only was the blade gleaming and could cut through iron like mud, but it was also modified to be multi-purpose...

"Shu girl, how could you be so careless this time? If we hadn't arrived in time..." The old man was furious at her lack of competence, seeing Yun Shu's pale face. "You, sigh!"

This girl used to be so spirited and high-spirited when she fought on the battlefield. Now, she has only been in the palace for a few years and she has been schemed against like this. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He looked at the old man sitting next to him, who had been wearing a stern face since he came in and hadn't said a word.

Whose daughter is this?

Which old man is yelling like that? She's already dead, and he still won't let people have peace.

Zheng An struggled to open his eyes, preparing to offer a friendly greeting to the person, but all he could manage were childlike "ah, ah, ah" sounds.

What comes into view is the architectural furnishings with carved railings and jade steps, and the ancient ink paintings hanging there are vast and wild. Even the screen is no less than the unique piece left over from ancient times that is now kept in the collection of the Lu Si Empire.

So, it's another rebirth? An infinite loop? A bug exploit?

Upon hearing those soft moans, the two who were about to start nagging rushed to the cradle. Before Zheng An could even see who it was, he was pulled into a broad-chested embrace.

She wasn't comfortable being held; she felt uncomfortable.

Zheng An looked at the old man holding him. He was dressed in a black brocade robe with dark patterns, with sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples and his hair was half a hundred strands long. However, his eyes were clear and sharp, showing no signs of turbidity or old age.

"I am your maternal grandfather," Yun Zhihong said, seeing her staring straight at him, without caring whether she understood or not.

Zheng'an was about to reply to him when the person next to her took her little hand and felt her pulse, saying, "The little one has just been born, how could she understand these things!"

As he examined the little one's body, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. This child was born prematurely because her mother was poisoned. Premature children are already weak, let alone with the residual poison that pierces the scales and burns the heart. If Yun Shu hadn't discovered it and immediately used her inner strength to protect her, this child probably wouldn't have survived until now.

Zheng'an felt a warm current flowing through her entire body, so comfortable that she couldn't help but savor it. After a moment, her hand was released, and the feeling slowly disappeared.

She stared intently at the white-haired man in front of her, who looked younger than her cheap maternal grandfather. He wore a plain linen robe and had a gourd hanging from his waist, giving him a somewhat carefree, otherworldly air.

And how did he manage to create that warm current in his bones?

In the past, if anyone told her these things, she would definitely think that person had read too many ancient books and novels from a thousand years ago.

Even without tears, her clear, bright eyes were still watery, though a little red. Suddenly, Kong Mufeng reached out to take the baby in his arms.

As if he had expected this, Yun Zhihong turned to the side while holding the baby, bypassing the cradle so that Yun Zhihong didn't even touch the hem of his clothes, and even raised his eyebrows at him.

"That's it?"

Their first attack failed, and they were even provoked.

Kong Mufeng appeared in front of him in an instant, sweeping his leg to attack his lower body. Yun Zhihong reacted quickly, protecting the child in his arms and doing a somersault towards the door.

Before long, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows in their battle to snatch the child. The courtyard outside the palace had been ravaged beyond recognition by the two men, and none of the palace servants dared to step forward to stop them when they saw that it was these two gentlemen who were fighting.

I'm afraid I haven't hidden far enough, and I'll end up like those flowers and plants that have been shattered to pieces.

Zheng'an, nestled in his maternal grandfather's arms, was so astonished that his eyes widened like copper bells. These two people, who looked to be over fifty, were surprisingly still so agile.

Most importantly, she didn't feel a single ripple from all those punches and kicks, as if a barrier surrounded her and isolated her from the outside world. Wasn't that even more exhilarating than piloting a fighter jet?

Zheng'an was so engrossed in watching that he couldn't help but raise his little hand to applaud and cheer for them.

"Aba, aba," the little mouth unconsciously blew bubbles.

The two men, who were having a great time, found it strange and stopped fighting in unison, watching her blow bubbles like a goldfish.

Kongmu Feng curiously popped her little bubble with his index finger, then wiped it on her clothes with disgust, saying, "So dirty."

Yun Zhihong held her with one arm and tapped her little face with the other, nodding in agreement, "She's still a bit ugly."

He then leisurely returned to the palace.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they might have thought that the mess was the work of these two, and that audacious bandits had broken in.

The head lady-in-waiting closest to them, Liu Danqin, who was also the Empress's childhood playmate, overheard their conversation and couldn't help but worry about the little princess's growth.

One was once the Grand General Protector of Anchong Kingdom and is now the Duke; the other is a seasoned martial arts master who travels the world and is someone even the Emperor treats with deference.

No matter how skilled they are, they've never taken care of a baby before!