Traveling to ancient times to raise cute kids

"Beep, beep, beep..." A slow, somewhat unsteady sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Min Yueqing opened her eyes sharply, and for some reason, there was a knowing smile in them.

Sure enough, a little while later, a tiny figure appeared at the door.

The little child looked to be about four or five years old, and was incredibly cute. Just looking at his features, one could describe him as having delicate features, but unfortunately, he was a bit too thin, and his face was somewhat sallow.

The little boy struggled to hold a wooden tray to his chest with both hands. The tray was quite large, which inevitably blocked his view, causing him to walk slowly and unsteadily, his thin little legs wobbling.

Min Yueqing was terrified by the short walk, and couldn't help but prop herself up slightly and remind her, "Slow down..."

The voice that came out was low and hoarse, like that of someone who had been bedridden for a long time. Min Yueqing coughed uncomfortably twice, cleared her throat, and closed her eyes slightly to endure a wave of dizziness.

The little one, who had just entered the bedroom, heard this low, intermittent sound, and his big, round eyes lit up with surprise.

He immediately raised his head and looked straight at the bed. He saw that Min Yueqing's eyes were indeed open and she was looking at him. He immediately called out, "Mother!"

Seeing Min Yueqing cough again, he hurriedly took two steps forward, laboriously placed the tray in his hand on the small stool, then ran to the bedside, picked up the teapot on the footstool, poured a cup, and held it to Min Yueqing's lips with both hands.

"Mother, have some water."

Min Yueqing watched his series of actions silently, listening to his soft, childlike voice that couldn't hide his anxiety, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

Three days ago, she was still leading a team to fight zombies in the apocalypse, and all she saw every day were ugly and twisted mutated zombies and broken walls under a gray sky.

Who knew that during the fight that day, I suddenly felt dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw this room.

Yes, it's been three days. She's been in a daze and hasn't left the room at all. The only living thing she's seen is this tiny human cub in front of her.

At first, she thought she had been saved by a kind person and was only thinking about how to repay them after she recovered. But soon, she overturned this assumption herself.

When her senses returned somewhat, and her vision cleared up, allowing her to see things clearly around her, she knew that she had probably hit the jackpot and had actually transmigrated.

To be honest, given the harshness of the apocalypse, if one were to travel back in time, regardless of which dynasty one travels to, or even to a dynasty that has never existed, the living conditions would be far better than in the apocalypse.

So, the first thing she felt upon realizing she had traveled through time was a surge of secret joy.

Even being transported into the body of a bedridden patient couldn't diminish this joy.

As her senses gradually returned, the original owner's life story slowly surfaced in her mind.

She felt as if she were there, and sometimes she could even sense the original owner's feelings. After quickly going through the original owner's life, even she, an outsider with naturally thick skin, couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

She actually traveled to a dynasty she had never heard of before—the Qian Dynasty.

The original owner shared the same name as her, Min Yueqing, and came from a scholarly family. Her father was a sixth-rank official in the Imperial Academy, a typical noble and upright official.

Although the official position was not high and there was not much profit to be made, it was very suitable for Min's father, who was devoted to scholarship.

Her husband, Pei Han, was even more legendary. He was exceptionally talented from a young age, and every teacher who taught him praised him highly.

Pei Han had only been of legal age for a year when he achieved the third-highest rank in the imperial examination that year. He was also personally selected by the emperor as the third-ranked scholar due to his outstanding appearance.

When he rode through the streets, he stirred the hearts of countless young women. Flowers and sachets rained down on him, just as the poem goes: "Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, he saw all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day."

When people later learned that the handsome scholar had already married and had a son who was a year old, a sour feeling seemed to linger over the entire capital.

During that period, the backyards of officials' homes in the capital were bustling with activity, with everyone talking about either the outstanding scholar who had achieved the highest rank in the imperial examinations or his enviable wife.

Many mothers-in-law sighed with regret, "Indeed, you have to act early. Look at the Min family, they set their sights on Young Master Pei early on and arranged the marriage before he even became famous. Otherwise, once he passed the imperial examination, how could they catch up?"

Regardless of the outside world's discussions, it had no impact on the inner quarters of the Cheng'an Earl's mansion.

After all, it was a noble family, and although it wasn't the most prestigious, it was more than enough to quell some gossip in the streets.

Speaking of this, it must be mentioned that Pei Han is the eldest son of the Earl's family. In principle, he does not need to work hard to obtain official titles. He can just wait to inherit the title passed down from his ancestors and live a comfortable life.

However, the founding emperor of this dynasty was quite farsighted. He feared that these scions of meritorious families, relying on the titles their ancestors had risked their lives to obtain, would become idle and only know how to eat, drink, and have fun. Therefore, he specially allowed these scions of noble families to participate in the imperial examinations as usual. After obtaining official titles, they could serve as officials in the court and realize their ambitions.

The Min family cherished their only daughter like a precious jewel. The father was a learned man, and after his two sons started elementary school, he would personally teach his daughter in his spare time. When she got a little older, he hired a tutor to come to their home to teach her.

Therefore, although the original owner was a girl, she was well-versed in poetry and literature from a young age, and was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was a true talented woman.

Since the original owner married Pei Han, their life had been incredibly happy and fulfilling.

She admired her husband's talent and character very much, and soon after their marriage, she gave birth to their child.

Pei Han was overjoyed and immediately gave her son a nickname.

"My wife has worked so hard. I only wish for him to live a long and carefree life. Let's call him Lele." Pei Han looked at his wife and child, his eyes filled with tenderness.

The couple had already decided on the child's name; if it was a boy, they would name him Pei Ji.

For the original owner, if life could continue like this, she wouldn't trade it for even a god.

However, good times are always so short, and accidents often come without warning, catching people off guard.

This happy little family was shattered overnight.

That evening, Pei Han went home as usual after finishing her shift.

When Pei Ji saw Pei Han enter, she immediately put down her toy, rushed to Pei Han's legs, hugged his legs with her little hands, and sweetly called out, "Daddy."

Pei Ji was four years old at the time, and he was so beautiful that he looked like a little fairy boy under the seat of Guanyin.

Pei Han bent down and stretched out his hands, and Pei Ji skillfully pounced on him, instantly being picked up by his father, his gaze suddenly rising.

The little one clearly enjoyed the feeling and couldn't help but giggle.

His chubby little hands skillfully hugged his father's neck, and he pressed his soft little face against his father's angular profile. Then he nestled into his father's shoulder and rubbed against him affectionately.

Every day when Pei Han returned home, he would be embraced by these soft, white hands, and surrounded by the warm, milky scent of the child. He felt no fatigue at all.

At times like these, the original owner would watch the father and son engage in their daily routine of intimacy with a mixture of satisfaction and helplessness.

After Pei Ji was born, the original owner realized that Pei Han was a rare and good father.

Unlike the average scholar of today, he never adhered to the traditional notion that a gentleman should cherish his grandchildren rather than his own children, nor would he use official duties or social engagements as an excuse to push the responsibility of raising children entirely onto his wife.

He was both gentle and patient with the children.

But in reality, Pei Han herself did not receive much care from her father when she was a child.