YM778.TV Chapter 188: How Many Children Would You Like?
Chapter 188: How Many Children Would You Like?
Liu Rushuang smiled at Han Moze. “Your Majesty, I’ll take this little girl with me later to the empress’ palace later. Please go ahead and have a long chat with your adoptive father and mother.”
“Alright,” replied Han Moze.
After Liu Rushuang left, everyone sat around a round table and Lian Ziyu poured a cup of wine for Han Moze.
“Ze’er, thank you for treating Jiuhua so well all this time.”
Bai Zhitao followed with a sigh and said, “At the blink of an eye, you both have got married and have a career now.”
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Liu Rushuang was playing with Lian Hongyun in the empress’ palace. “What’s your name?”
Lian Hongyun looked at Liu Rushuang shyly. “I’m Yun’er,” she replied bashfully.
Lian Hongyun looked at the hair accessories on Liu Rushuang’s head and hugged her tighter. Then, she reached her hand out and pulled out the golden hairpin from her fixed hair.
In an instant, Liu Rushuang’s hair fell down to her shoulders and she couldn’t help but blush. “Yun’er, you...”
Lian Hongyun held the hairpin and put it in front of Liu Rushuang’s eyes.
“Big sister, what is this?” She asked with a smile.
“It’s a hairpin,” Liu Rushuang replied with the urge to cry.
“Air peeen”, cried Lian Hongyun. “Air peeeeen, air peeeen...”
Liu Rushuang gritted her teeth and carried Lian Hongyun to the dressing table. She looked at her messy hair with a dreary look on her face.
Lian Hongyun then pulled out one of Liu Rushuang’s hair clips and asked, “Big sister, what’s this?”
Liu Rushuang’s hair fell in front of her eyes and covered her face. She took a deep sigh and said, “That’s a hair clip.”
“Air cleeeep! Air cleeep...” Lian Hongyun cried happily with the hair clip in her hands.
“Pftt...” Liu Rushuang couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Lian Hongyun then pulled out the gold beaded flowers in Liu Rushuang’s hair and asked, “Big sister, what are these?”
Liu Rushuang reached her hand out to brush her hair to the back of her ear, then replied without lax, “These are beaded flowers.”
“Beeedad flowers! Beedad flowers...” cried Lian Hongyun again repeatedly. Then, she picked up the hairpin and asked, “Big sister, what is this?”
Liu Rushuang looked more and more ominous, but on remembering Lian Hongyun was just a two or three-year-old little girl, she took a deep breath and practiced patience. “That’s a hairpin.”
“Air pee! Air pee...”
Lian Hongyun pulled out all of Liu Rushuang’s hair accessories and asked Liu Rushuang one after the other.
Liu Rushuang felt a bit of a headache coming along and reached her arm out to rub her temples.
After Han Moze and the others stepped out of the palace hall, they saw Liu Rushuang’s hair all sprawled out.
Bai Zhitao hurriedly carried Lian Hongyun away and apologized, “Yun’er does not know the rules. I hope Her Majesty the Empress doesn’t mind.”
Liu Rushuang forced a warm and friendly smile. “Mother, Yun’er is really cute. I really like her.”
Bai Zhitao smiled pleasantly in return when she saw just how kind the empress was.
“Thank you, Your Majesty. I’ll go ask the maids to help fix your hair,” she said with a faint smile.
Lian Ziyu led his wife and children outside, as a made quickly fixed Liu Rushuang’s hair and left.
Han Moze embraced Liu Rushuang and pulled a seductive smile. “Shuang’er, it looks like you really like children. How about we have five or six in the future?”
“You reckon I will give birth for you?” Liu Rushuang grunted coldly.
Han Moze pecked Liu Rushuang on the cheeks, then softly said, “Shuang’er, I’ll wait for you to fall in love with me. I’m just afraid by then, it’ll be the end of time.”
Liu Rushuang’s heart raced again for some reason. Since she fell into the water that one time, that tyrant has been unbelievably gentle with her.
“The moment I saw you struggle in the water, my heart really ached. It hurt so much that I stopped breathing, so I’m sure that I really have fallen in love with you,” Han Moze said with a gentle voice.
“Do you reckon that I would believe your sweet-talk?” Liu Rushuang replied with a cold smirk.