"Ya, ya..."
In Long Yue's home, the floor was covered with exquisite floral stones and white jade, looking shining and magnificent.
Xiao Rui'er was struggling desperately in the nurse's arms, trying to break free. He was shouting "ya, ya, ya" while reaching out toward the void as if trying to grasp something.
After finishing the discussion about the drought with Li Qingmu, Long Yue returned to the room and saw this heartwarming scene, which made them exchange a warm smile.
Especially Li Qingmu, who was usually tied up with court affairs, leaving him little time to spend with this son.
Looking at his son's innocent and adorable appearance, his heart also felt warm, and he couldn't help but step forward and hold him.
This little fellow was really lively; at just over two months old, instead of simply lying in the cradle waiting for care, he was already trying to break free from the adults' arms, eager to explore.
