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Chapter 469 Daily Life of Raising a Child (5)

Children grow up so fast; in the blink of an eye, Zhao Zhao is six years old and Mu Mu is three and a half.

This is a very mischievous age, especially for Zhao Zhao, who is extremely lively and must be kept in close watch.

Therefore, even with wet nurses and maids accompanying her, Wen Jiayue still felt tired after returning from the lake trip.

She waved her hand: "Mother is going to rest now, you two should go back too."

When Mu Mu was one year old, Shen Fuhan decided to expand the main courtyard and renovate two courtyards within the courtyard for his two children to live in.

When Mu Mu turned three, she asked to move in.

Zhao Zhao, who used to be very attached to her parents, was very happy to see that her younger brother had his own little courtyard, so she excitedly moved there as well.

Seeing her mother's tired expression, Zhao Zhao placed her little hand on her forehead, frowned, and asked, "Mother, are you sick?"

"No, I'm just a little tired," Wen Jiayue said with a smile. "Don't worry, Zhaozhao."

My daughter is as thoughtful as ever.

Just as she was feeling relieved, Mu Mu suddenly spoke up: "Mother is tired because you didn't stay still on the ship and made Mother worry."

Wen Jiayue sighed, thinking that ever since this child learned to speak, he couldn't understand a single word, and he was even more annoying than Shen Fuhan when they first got married.

Zhao Zhao said unhappily, "No, I'm very well-behaved, aren't I, Mother?"

Wen Jiayue patted her head: "Zhaozhao is very well-behaved, just a little naughty at times, but it's nothing serious."

Although lively, Zhao Zhao is just as cautious as she was when she was a child, and she would never do anything dangerous.

Even knowing her temperament, she couldn't help but worry, just in case, as a mother.

“I knew it,” Zhao Zhao said smugly, raising her chin. “Mu Mu, you need to apologize to your sister.”

Mu Mu paused for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry."

Zhao Zhao said with dissatisfaction, "You didn't call me 'sister'."

"……elder sister."

"Good boy, Mu Mu," Zhao Zhao couldn't help but rub his slightly round cheeks. "Sister forgives you."

Mu Mu frowned and took a step back.

He didn't quite understand why his sister always liked to pinch his cheeks, even though he was three years old.

Seeing her younger brother like this, Zhao Zhao muttered softly, "This is no fun."

Like her older brother, Little Fish, her younger brother always wouldn't let her touch him; one would frown, and the other would blush.

This is how she expresses her affection, but they don't appreciate it at all!

Fortunately, when she pinched the cheeks of her younger sister Sui Sui and her younger brother Ling Yun, they never flinched away.

However, since her younger sister Sui Sui lived a bit far away, she could only go to find her younger brother Ling Yun.

However, her father forbade her to have too much private contact with her younger brother Lingyun, saying that he was an outsider.

But Lingyun's younger brother has lived in the Marquis's mansion since childhood, so how can he be called an outsider?

Zhao Zhao walked dejectedly towards her small courtyard.

Unexpectedly, they encountered Ling He and his son on the way.

Although they were far apart, she recognized Ling Yun at a glance—besides her little brother Ling Yun, who else would wear all black at the age of four?

Her eyes lit up, and she jumped up to wave at him: "Uncle Ling, little brother Ling Yun!"

Zhao Zhao flew to their side like a butterfly.

Ling Yun didn't look at her much, and like her father, she lowered her eyes and bowed, saying, "Miss."

Zhao Zhao didn't like him calling her "Miss," even though he should call her "Sister" like Mu Mu did.

However, Lingyun's younger brother is young but has strict rules. He said that as a servant in the Marquis's mansion, he cannot disregard etiquette.

So even though she was unhappy, he insisted on doing so, and Zhao Zhao had no choice but to go along with him, and the two of them talked about their own things.

"Lingyun, where are you going?"

With Uncle Ling present, she didn't pinch his cheek and put down her restless little hands.

Ling Yun answered matter-of-factly, "I'll go find the young master and practice martial arts together."

Ling He added, "From today onwards, I will teach them."

The father and son spoke as if they were cut from the same mold, except one was mature and deep while the other was naive and stiff.

Zhao Zhao said "Oh" and prepared to say goodbye to them, but suddenly remembered that her father had asked her a couple of days ago if she wanted to learn martial arts.

She didn't want to suffer, and besides, she thought it would be ugly if she got tanned and sweaty.

She was a young girl who loved beauty and couldn't stand it, so she frowned and refused.

But if Lingyun's younger brother were there, she felt she could hold on a little longer.

So Zhao Zhao said with a smile, "I want to go too!"

Ling He paused for a moment, then said, "This subordinate will go and consult the Marquis..."

“No need to ask, my father has already asked me,” Zhao Zhao said. “Uncle Ling, let’s go.”

Ling He was still somewhat hesitant, but since the Marquis hadn't told him in advance, he dared not make the decision on his own.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao sighed, knowing that Uncle Ling would not be flexible.

However, she had a way of doing it: she rubbed her eyes and pretended to cry.

"Uncle Ling won't teach Zhao Zhao martial arts anymore. Uncle Ling doesn't like Zhao Zhao anymore. Zhao Zhao is going to tell Daddy!"

Ling Yun stepped forward helplessly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no tears on her face.

But Ling He couldn't tell, and said nervously, "Miss, don't cry, it's my fault."

Although he didn't know where he went wrong, he was certain that what the young master said was right, just like what the Marquis said.

“Then take me to learn martial arts,” Zhao Zhao immediately grabbed his arm and walked forward. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Unfortunately, it couldn't be pulled.

She looked at Ling Yun standing to the side and said with dissatisfaction, "Little brother Ling Yun, come help me!"

Fearing that he might hurt the young lady, Ling He did as he was told and walked forward.

For Zhao Zhao, learning martial arts was tedious and boring, so she wasn't as enthusiastic as Mu Mu and Ling Yun.

So she only worked sporadically, often just showing up briefly before sitting on the porch, resting her chin on her hand and watching them practice martial arts.

Only on cloudy days would she study with great interest for half an hour.

Autumn has passed and winter has come; another new year has arrived.

Since the New Year's Eve palace banquet was cancelled that year, the palace has never held a grand banquet again. The ministers and their relatives and friends celebrate the New Year together more freely.

Just like in previous years, the three siblings of the Marquis of Jing'an had a reunion dinner with their respective families.

The children have all grown up and can run and jump, making the already lively main hall even more bustling.

"The same number of people this year as last year, no more, no less," Shen Funian said with a smile, "That's fine."

“Who said it’s more or less?” Shen Fuyou cleared his throat. “I’m announcing something: Yan’er is three months pregnant, so there’s one more person this year than last year.”

Xie Yan tugged at his arm, telling him not to be so high-profile.

Shen Fuyou became even more excited and shouted, "I'm going to be a father!"

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile, sincerely saying, "Congratulations, Fourth Brother, congratulations, Yan'er."

"Congratulations," Shen Funian teased. "Fourth brother, you've finally had a child after four years of marriage. It's like having a child late in life."

Shen Fuyou retorted, "Our eldest brother didn't have a child until he was twenty-four. If you say I'm old, you're saying our eldest brother is old."

“A prime minister’s belly can hold a boat. My elder brother is already the chief minister, and he has always been magnanimous. He is not as petty as you,” she said, looking at Shen Fuhan. “Right, elder brother?”

Shen Fuhan glanced at her: "Eat more and talk less."

Wen Jiayue chuckled inwardly.

Lord Shen, who was over thirty years old and held a high position of power, would not take trivial matters to heart at all, and always remained calm and composed.

The only thing he would hold a grudge about was his age, no matter who brought it up.

Wen Jiayue didn't care. On the contrary, she thought, how come this man is getting more and more charming as he gets older?