Yan Han squinted his eyes and recalled carefully, "It seems that I went to see someone, and I was notified that I was notified. The situation was quite critical at the time."
Song Xiang estimated that he was going for fun and didn't think much about it.
She took Yanhan's hand and said, "I will always be good to you."
She suddenly made a "solemn" promise, which made Yan Han couldn't help laughing.
"What's the meaning?"
"Just... don't be too stubborn. You have me in everything. I will love you more than anyone else." Song Xiang said seriously.
Yan Han turned his face sideways and smiled repeatedly.
I took a long breath and seemed to have figured it out instantly.
Song Xiang is right, if you are angry with Yan Zhicheng and An Xuyue, it is really easy to get angry to death.
"Will you always love me?"
"Um!"
Song Xiang thought for a moment, then added another sentence, and whispered in his ear: "In the future, when we have children, he will love you too."
Yan Han's heart moved, and he even momentarily forgot about Song Xiang's physical problems.
"I want a son," he said.
Song Xiang wondered, "Don't you want a daughter?"
"Hello, son."
"Tsk, you actually favor boys over girls."
Yan Han shook his head, "If it is a son, he can start learning to take over the throne when he is six years old. When he reaches adulthood, leave everything to him. I will take you and do whatever you want."
Song Xiang: "..."
Being your son is so tiring.
Near eleven o'clock, Yan Song suddenly appeared from behind the flower bed with two grass blades on his head.
"Master, it's getting late."
Song Xiang was startled and looked back, "Have you always been there?"
Yan Song: "I must personally protect the safety of you and the young master."
Song Xiang choked, recalling that the voice he spoke just now should be low enough that Yan Song couldn't hear it.
The good atmosphere is gone and there is no point in staying here any longer.
Yan Han hugged her and stood up, commanding Yan Song, "Take all the dolls away."
Yan Song: "Okay."
After saying that, I was going to ask someone to take it with me.
Yan Han: "You take it alone."
Yan Song:???
Song Xiang suppressed a smile, rarely agreeing with Yan Han.
The two got into the car, and Yan Song was still struggling to transport the baby behind.
Back at the castle, it was almost twelve o'clock.
…
After a quick sleep, I woke up the next day and it was already close to ten o'clock.
Yan Han had something to deal with, and Song Xiang was not idle either. An Xu Yue was ill, so she had to take care of the important occasions where An Xu Yue was originally invited.
An Xuyue doesn't usually socialize much, but there are some necessary ones and it's hard not to show her face.
Qincheng rookie Jun Yi is getting married, so An Xuyue has to go there in person.
Song Xiang prepared a gift and wanted to ask An Xuyue about her basic situation.
However, as soon as he arrived near An Xuyue's bedroom, he heard a quarrel inside.
"Are you still thinking about Nan Qing?"
"You want to make trouble with me again?!"
"I didn't want to make trouble, but you're wrong! Every time I get sick, you're wrong. There's nothing wrong with you! You're thinking of her!"
"An Xuyue!"
"Don't call me! I'm so annoyed with you. It was because something was wrong with you that I went to see her, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten sick!"
Bang.
The door was slammed.
Song Xiang was frightened and quickly hid around the corner.
She waited for Yan Zhicheng to leave before quietly walking out.
There was crying in the room, she thought for a while, then went over and knocked on the door.
"Get out!"
Song Xiang sighed and opened the door directly.
"Aunt?"
An Xuyue buried her head in tears and cried. When she heard her voice, she looked up and said, "Daughter-in-law——"
Song Xiang hurried over, put down the invitation in her hand, patted her back gently, "Don't cry, don't cry."