Children of Loulan

Chapter 348 Osmanthus Cake

Hearing this, Keremu showed a trace of doubt on his face and asked, "Where are you going to move to alone?"

Madam Ba quickly explained, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess is in confinement now, so it is really inconvenient for you to rest here. Besides, you are busy with government affairs on weekdays, which is very tiring. If the child cries at night, it will inevitably disturb your rest. So the old servants thought of arranging for you to sleep somewhere else."

Keremu carefully and gently put the child back into the stroller, then said solemnly, "Please clear all the people over there. I will rest here with the Crown Princess tonight. She is in confinement now and her body is weak. She will definitely have trouble sleeping at night. With me by her side, maybe she can sleep more peacefully."

Dar, who was standing by, nodded in understanding, indicating that he understood the prince's intention. The prince was so caring towards the princess that she could not help but feel touched. So Dar was very happy to perform a standard etiquette to the prince and responded softly: "Yes, I will arrange it right away!" After that, she turned around and left, her steps were light and quick, for fear of delaying a moment.

After Dar left, Keremu walked gently to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned over to stare at the already asleep Hanguli. She closed her eyes quietly, and there was still a little fatigue on her pink face. Keremu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile. After a while, he slowly got up, his movements were extremely cautious, as if he was afraid of making a sound to disturb the sleeping person on the bed.

He quietly lay down beside Hanguli, his eyes always on her peaceful sleeping face. Hanguli's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair were tightly attached to both sides of her cheeks because of the sweat, looking a little messy. He couldn't help but stretch out his right hand, wanting to touch her hair that was wet and tangled with sweat, but when his fingers were about to touch it, he suddenly stopped. He was worried that his action would wake up Hanguli who had finally fallen asleep, so after hesitating again and again, he silently withdrew his hand.

The next morning, the sun shone through the clouds and the entire palace was bathed in a golden glow. At this peaceful moment, the king's decree spread throughout the palace: the royal family has a new grandson! As soon as this news came out, it was like a stone that caused a thousand waves, and the whole court was shocked.

To celebrate this happy event, the king immediately ordered a three-day suspension of court and a general amnesty. The ministers in the court were moved by the news and lamented that the king paid extraordinary attention to this eldest grandson. For a time, there was a lot of discussion in the court, and everyone was curious about this little grandson.

As the birthplace of the eldest grandson, the East Palace was even more lively. Gifts poured in like a tide. Not only were there rare treasures and silks carefully prepared by the princes and ministers, but even the many concubines in the palace were not to be outdone and sent their own gifts. Boxes and boxes of gifts piled up like a mountain, making it difficult for the palace servants who were responsible for receiving the gifts to handle them.

If Keremu had not spread the word in time, claiming that the Crown Princess was still very weak because she had just given birth and was not suitable to receive guests, the vermilion gate of the East Palace would probably have been trampled down by those who came to congratulate her.

At this moment, in the inner room of the palace, Dalan carefully placed the sleeping fourth prince gently on the soft and comfortable crib. After confirming that the little guy was asleep, she stood up with confidence and walked straight to her daughter who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy.

The little girl was sitting at the desk, holding the brush tightly in her hands, carefully writing the new characters. Her focused expression seemed to have forgotten everything around her, with only the paper and pen in front of her and the goal in her heart.

Dalan stood quietly behind her daughter, watching her silently, her eyes full of love and tenderness. After a long while, she finally couldn't help but whispered, "Good girl, you have been practicing for so long, do you want to take a break first?"

However, the little girl shook her head and answered in a childish voice: "No, my father said that if I can practice these words well today, he will reward me with delicious osmanthus cake. Mother, do you know? Osmanthus cake is delicious, fragrant and sweet. When my brother wakes up, I want to give him two pieces to try, okay?" As she spoke, she raised her head and blinked her big eyes at Dalan, her face full of anticipation.

Daran gently extended his hand and stroked the top of the little girl's head slowly. His eyes were full of love and tenderness. He whispered softly, "Your little brother is still young and cannot taste this delicious sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Now, he can only drink milk obediently. When he grows up a little, grows cute teeth, and can eat, then you can share the sweet sweet-scented osmanthus cake with him, okay?"

The little girl nodded obediently and responded, "Well, then I will enjoy the osmanthus cake with my mother first."

At this moment, a sudden and loud male voice suddenly came, abruptly interrupting the warm conversation between mother and daughter. "What delicious food do you want to eat with mother? Can father try it?"

Hearing this voice, Dalan instantly jumped up as if she had received an electric shock, quickly adjusted the hem of her skirt, bowed respectfully to the door, and said, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

At the same time, the little girl opened her arms and ran towards the door excitedly like a happy little bird, shouting in a series of sweet and tender voices: "Father - Father -"

The king smiled, opened his arms, and suddenly hugged the little girl tightly in his arms, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. "Oh my, my little princess is getting cuter and cuter, and seems to have grown a lot taller! Come, tell your father, what delicious food do you want to share with your mother today?"

The little girl giggled, and her hands affectionately hugged the king's strong neck, and replied coquettishly: "Father, of course it is the sweet and delicious osmanthus cake! You promised before that if I can practice calligraphy well, you will give it to me! I have been practicing seriously today, stroke by stroke, for a long time!"

Hearing this, the king's smile deepened, his eyes full of love and affection. He asked happily, "Really? My precious daughter is so well-behaved and obedient, so your father must take a good look at your calligraphy skills!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he carefully carried the little girl to the desk and gently placed her on his strong thighs. Then, he reached out and slowly picked up the paper on the desk, carefully examining the handwriting written by the little girl. At this time, the little girl looked up expectantly, staring at the king intently, her little face slightly flushed with excitement, as adorable as a ripe apple.

After a while, the king finally finished reading the words on the paper. He nodded slightly, showing a satisfied expression, and then said solemnly: "Well, not bad, not bad, the handwriting is getting more and more beautiful, and the progress is very great! You are worthy of being my little princess, smart and clever, and you learn everything so quickly!" The little girl was very happy to receive the praise from her father, and her eyes were smiling like crescent moons.