In Jinghao Hall, Xiao Ning quickly got close to her father who had just returned home. Xiao Heng didn’t recognize him when he was a child. On the contrary, Xiao Xun in the middle was a little bit shy, but he was very good at observing words and expressions. He saw that Xiao Heng liked his father so much, so Xiao Xun liked him too and sat obediently. On the left side of his father, he heard his brother and Dad talk, and when they talked about something he was interested in, Xiao Xun would follow suit.
Everyone sat on the couch in the second room, Wei Luo and the three children occupied the east end, and Yin Hui sat with her mother-in-law on the west.
Both the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law knew Wei Luo’s temperament, and they didn’t want to bother him with questions. The children had no scruples and asked questions, and the room never calmed down.
Xiao Ning’s words were limited, and she couldn’t understand what her father and brothers were saying, so she crawled around in the middle, lying on the back of the eldest brother for a while, pulling the hair of the second brother for a while, and pounced on her father again. In his arms, she regarded her father as a new playmate.
Wei Luo was also very good, and no child had ignored him.
Concubine Wen Shun whispered to Yin Hui, “If the children weren’t here, both of us would be able to count the number of words spoken by him.”
When she finished speaking, Wei Luo looked that way, but before the couple looked at each other for long, Wei Luo was distracted by the children again.
Before they knew it, the morning passed; Concubine Wen Shun asked the kitchen to cook more dishes, and the family of five ate there at noon.
After the meal, Concubine Wen Shun refused to let them stay any longer and said to Wei Luo, “You must be tired from traveling all the way, go back and rest for a while.”
Wei Luo was not tired, as he spent most of the time on the ship.
But he didn’t explain anything; he hugged his daughter and bid farewell to his mother, and then walked back with Yin Hui.
At the moment, the masters of each courtyard were eating or resting, and there were no servants outside, and the sun was warming in the late autumn afternoon.
Xiao Ning began to feel sleepy, lying on her father’s shoulder, her eyelids becoming heavier by time.
Xiao Heng looked at his father’s shadow on the ground and then at his mother; the smile on his lips never faded.
Xiao Xun yawned, and just as he closed his mouth, his dad suddenly leaned over and hugged him with the other hand.
Xiao Xun was still a little nervous.
“Sleep,” said Wei Luo.
Hearing that, Xiao Xun sought approval from his brother, and Xiao Heng responded with a nod to his younger sibling.
And with that, Xiao Xun rested assuredly on his father’s shoulder.
The younger brother and sister were carried by their father. Therefore, Yin Hui smiled and held Xiao Heng’s little hand, jokingly saying, “Do you want me to carry you back as well?”
Xiao Heng blushed, saying, “I’m old enough to walk by myself.”
As he spoke, he attempted to break free from his mother.
Yin Hui gently held onto her son’s little hand and said, “No matter how old you are, you are still my son. As long as you are tired, as long as I can still carry you, I will like to carry you.”
Xiao Heng was not really tired, and he didn’t need his mother to carry him, but he liked her care.
When they arrived at the east harem, Wei Luo glanced in the direction of Yizhi Hall and Changyuan Hall and quickened his pace slightly.
Upon returning to Chengxin Hall, Xiao Xun and Xiao Ning were both sound asleep, and Wei Luo sent the children back to their respective rooms first.
“You go to sleep too; Dad will check your homework after you wake up.”
Before leaving, Wei Luo said to Xiao Heng.
Xiao Heng escorted his parents out of the room in a sensible way, and seeing his parents walking up their room so closely, Xiao Heng suddenly wondered if his father would hold his mother’s hand.
Suddenly, when his father looked back, Xiao Heng ran in quickly.
Wei Luo saw the scene where the little guy darted in and thought that his son just missed him too much, so he decided to sleep with the children that night.
After he was sure that Xiao Heng would not peep again, his eyes fell on his wife who was beside him.
In the autumn glow, she adorned herself with a pair of bamboo-green satin-embroidered white magnolia flowers. The red trim around the collar and cuffs subtly revealed a touch of beauty.
A gold hairpin, adorned with rubies, nestled in her thick black hair bun, while a pair of white jade earrings graced her earlobe, radiating a sense of nobility and elegance.
However, regardless of the exquisite embroidery on the dress or the finely crafted jewelry, they all paled in comparison when she turned her head to look. In Wei Luo’s eyes, only her fair and beautiful face and clear eyes, resembling water, remained.
As they exchanged glances, Yin Hui smiled, lowered her eyes, and quietly walked forward.
Wei Luo silently followed her into the inner room.
“Have some tea,” Yin Hui walked to the table and poured tea for him.
Wei Luo sat down, picked up the tea bowl, and looked around the room that he hadn’t seen in over a year. Footsteps approached from outside; it was the maids bringing water to the bathroom in the west.
As Wei Luo enjoyed his tea, Yin Hui went to the closet and brought him a change of clothes.
Every subtle movement of Yin Hui fell into Wei Luo’s eyes, including the slender waistline she revealed when she raised her hand.
Suddenly, Wei Luo reminisced about the time when she first got married at fifteen, still very young. Eight years had flowed like water, and she had transformed from that young and cautious beauty into a more radiant, enchanting, and graceful woman.
Eight years ago, even when he merely held her hand, she trembled in shock, and her face quickly flushed red.