Chapter 1112: Brother Lang’s Concubine Princess Pyongyang Appears

Lin Haotian trotted into Lin Lang's arms and called out in a baby voice, "Father!"

"Hey, my baby son!" Lin Lang had just held little Haotian firmly when he heard a soft and tender call from behind.

"Father!"

Hearing the voice, Lin Lang looked up and saw his daughter Lin Zhiyi running towards him with her short legs. The hem of her pink skirt drew a lovely arc on the grass, and the pearl hairpin on her head swayed gently as she ran.

Lin Zhiyi threw herself into Lin Lang's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said sweetly, "Father, you're back~"

Holding his son in his left hand and his daughter in his right hand, the two soft little bodies pressed against Lin Lang's chest, and their warm breath brushed his neck.

Lin Lang felt as if his heart was soaked in warm water. All his fatigue and worries disappeared, leaving only overflowing happiness.

He looked down at his two children in his arms. Little Haotian was staring at him with his big round eyes, while little Zhiyi was looking up with her little face and long eyelashes, looking very much like Chu Yiren when she was a child.

Lin Lang rubbed his chin against the top of his daughter's head, his voice soft and gentle, "Oh, our Zhiyi is so beautiful, just like your mother, a little beauty."

Lin Zhiyi giggled at the praise, and gently touched her father's face with her little hand, and asked softly, "Father, did you buy me some candy?"

"I bought it, I bought it." Lin Lang nodded with a smile and took out a bag of candy from his personal space.

He carefully peeled an orange-flavored candy and handed it to his daughter's mouth.

Lin Zhiyi opened her mouth and took the candy in. A satisfied smile immediately appeared on her face, and her eyes curved into crescents: "Sweet~"

"Father, I want some candy too!" Little Haotian kicked his legs anxiously, pointing at the candy bag with his little hand, "I want strawberry flavor!"

"Okay, okay, everyone gets a share." Lin Lang peeled another strawberry candy and stuffed it into his son's mouth. Seeing his cheeks puffed up, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Is it delicious, son?"

"Delicious!" Xiao Haotian tilted his head cutely.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, falling on the family of three, casting a warm halo on them.

After eating the candy, Xiao Haotian put his chubby hands around Lin Lang's neck and gave him a kiss on the face, leaving a wet saliva mark.

Lin Lang's heart suddenly softened. The more he looked at the twin children, the more he liked them. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sun Yizhen standing beside them.

She stood there quietly, so restrained that she was a little at a loss, looking at the warm scene of Lin Lang's family, with a polite smile on her lips, but a trace of barely perceptible loneliness in her eyes.

At this moment, a gentle jingling sound of rings and bracelets came from not far away, and several maids holding palace fans in their hands, surrounded a noble figure and slowly walked towards them.

The person who came was wearing a phoenix robe with colorful golden phoenixes embroidered on the black satin. The pearl tassels on the phoenix crown swayed gently with her steps. It was Queen Chu Yiren.

Seeing this, Sun Yezhen's heart suddenly sank and she subconsciously clenched her sleeves.

She knew the strict etiquette of the ancient Xia court, and hurriedly followed the ancient etiquette she remembered. She lowered her knees and leaned forward, touching her knees lightly to the grass, and bowed respectfully, "Long live the Queen."

Chu Yiren glanced at her lightly, and when she saw Son Ye-jeong's face clearly, her eyebrows raised slightly. She recognized the Korean star Son Ye-jeong at a glance because she had seen the movie she starred in.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she glanced at Lin Lang with a hint of teasing, "Your Majesty, are you taking in a new concubine?"

Lin Lang felt a little guilty under Chu Yiren's gaze. He quickly cleared his throat and smiled to smooth things over: "Queen, let me introduce you. This is Sun Yizhen from South Korea. I have appointed her as Consort Zhen."

Although Chu Yiren was a little jealous, she still had a decent smile on her face, but the ripples in her eyes faded a little. She nodded slightly, her voice as clear as jade hitting each other: "Get up."

Sun Yezhen then slowly stood up, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She secretly raised her eyes and glanced at the beautiful Chu Yiren, only to see that her eyes were full of majesty. Although she was not angry, she had the dignified demeanor of a mother of the country, which made her look like a bird that had strayed into a phoenix's nest.

She hurriedly lowered her head again, her eyes drooping, and even her breathing became lighter. For a moment, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

At this moment, Chu Yiren's assistant, Lina, stood by and said, "Your Majesty, today is the day that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Princess return to Shanghai for vaccinations. It's getting late and we should leave."

When she heard about the vaccination, Xiao Zhiyi quickly hid in her father Lin Lang's arms and said tearfully, "Father, I don't want the vaccination, wuwu..."

Lin Lang smiled and coaxed, "My dear daughter, listen to your mother and get vaccinated. You are two years old now, and you need to get the Japanese encephalitis vaccine and the hepatitis A vaccine. Be good!"

Xiao Zhiyi hugged Lin Lang's neck and cried, "No, I don't want the injection, it hurts!"

Little Haotian stood aside, raised his little hand to wipe Lin Zhiyi's tears, and said bravely: "Don't cry, sister, I have your brother to protect you. You see, your brother is not afraid of pain every time he gets vaccinated."

After hearing this, Chu Yiren walked forward with a smile, leaned over and touched her son's little head, and said with a smile: "Tian'er is great. He knows how to protect his sister at such a young age."

Lin Lang gently stroked his daughter's back and comforted her, "My dear daughter, don't cry. You've become a crybaby before the vaccinations even start."

Lin Zhiyi hugged Lin Lang's neck tightly with her arms, crying aggrievedly, "Hmph... I don't want the injection. Anyway, I just don't want the injection."

Chu Yiren squatted down, wiping her daughter's tears while gently coaxing her, "Don't cry, my dear daughter. After the vaccination, mother will take you and your brother to the aquarium to see the penguins, okay?"

After hearing this, Xiao Zhiyi's eyes suddenly lit up. She sniffed, "Mother, is it true?"

Chu Yiren smiled and replied, "Of course it's true. Mommy will take you to see a dolphin show, buy you ocean dolls, and eat ice cream, okay?"

After hearing this, Xiao Zhiyi burst into laughter and jumped up and down, clapping her hands, "Great! Hehe..."

Sun Yizhen, who was standing by, saw this scene and unconsciously touched her belly, looking forward to the birth of the fruit of her and Lin Lang's love.

Chu Yiren said gently, "Tian'er and sister, say goodbye to your father and Empress Zhenfei. We will now travel back to the Kingdom of Shanghai."

"Goodbye, Father. Goodbye, Empress Zhenfei!" the two little guys said in unison.

After hearing this, Sun Yizhen hurriedly bowed and said, "Farewell, Her Majesty the Queen, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and His Royal Highness the Princess."

Lin Lang reluctantly kissed his son and daughter on the cheek and said gently, "Go, hold your mother tight when you travel through time."

"Yeah." Little Haotian nodded like an adult, took his sister's hand and threw himself into his mother Chu Yiren's arms.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yiren, along with her assistant Lina, the maidservant behind her, and her two children, used the skill [Space-Time Group Transmission] and disappeared out of thin air with a flash of golden light.

Sun Yizhen rubbed her eyes and said in surprise, "Hubby, can Chu Yiren also travel freely through time and space?"

Lin Lang replied, "I can share my superpower of time travel with Yiren, so she can also travel freely through time and space."

Sun Yizhen met Lin Lang's smiling eyes and exclaimed, "This is even more interesting than a science fiction movie. It really broadened my horizons."

At this moment, a clear sound of piano came from the corridor not far away, tinkling and melodious, like a mountain spring knocking on jade, with a hint of desolate and distant.

That is the tune of the gayageum. The vibration of the strings conveys the freshness of sprouting grass and the melancholy of passing wind and snow. It is a typical Goguryeo style of music.

Gayageum, also known as Korean zither, is a plucked string instrument of the Chaoxian people.

Sun Yizhen looked in the direction of the sound, her eyes flashing with surprise. "This song... has such a strong Chaoxian flavor!" She listened carefully, her fingertips unconsciously tapping along with the melody. "Who is playing the piano? They can actually weave homesickness into the notes."

Lin Lang heard a system prompt and raised his eyebrows: "It's my imperial consort, Princess Pyongyang."

Sun Yizhen suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief: "Could it be the daughter of Goguryeo's King Baozang, the legendary Pyongyang Princess who was proficient in rituals and music?"

"Exactly." Lin Lang walked towards the corridor. "She must be missing her homeland again, so she's playing this tune from her hometown."

Sun Yizhen hurriedly followed, her steps full of excitement: "Then I must meet this last princess of Goguryeo."

Lin Lang laughed and jokingly asked, "Why? Are you no longer jealous now?"

Sun Yezhen stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully, "There's no point in me being jealous. There's an old saying in Xia Country: make the best of it!"

Lin Lang smiled after hearing this.

As Sun Yizhen walked, she asked tentatively, "Husband, did you snatch Princess Pyongyang from you to be your concubine, or did she do it voluntarily?"

Lin Lang replied calmly and without hesitation, "Well, it can't really be considered robbery. After all, people of a fallen nation have no choice."

"Hubby, so the Princess of Pyongyang was married here as a hostage?"

Lin Lang's tone was somewhat nonchalant: "I led the army to pacify Goguryeo, King Baozang was captured, and Goguryeo was destroyed. Princess Pyongyang married me in exchange for my father and brother being spared from exile. Now her father, Gao Baozang, is an official in the Liaodong Prefecture Governor's Office."

After hearing this, Sun Yizhen exclaimed, "If Princess Pyongyang hadn't married you, I'm afraid the Gao family would have perished along with the fall of Goguryeo."

"That's right! This is a sad story and has nothing to do with love." Lin Lang said this because he and Princess Pyongyang were husband and wife in name only and he had never forced her to consummate the marriage.

To put it bluntly, Lin Lang simply kept Princess Pyongyang in his mansion with good food and drink, but did not have any physical contact with her.

As they were talking, Lin Lang and Sun Yizhen walked through the moon gate.

Deep in the corridor, a beautiful woman in a plain skirt was sitting in front of the gayageum, her fingers dancing flexibly on the gayageum. The sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice and fell on her hair, like a layer of gold foil.

Princess Pyongyang lowered her eyes and played the zither, never saying a word. She just plucked the strings thoughtfully, and the tune added a bit of sadness, as if silently telling the old stories of her homeland.

"Princess, His Majesty is back." The personal maid reminded.

Princess Pyongyang looked up at Lin Lang, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, her eyes were calm, but there was a trace of imperceptible sadness in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, I greet you!" Princess Pyongyang knelt and bowed, her tone gentle but a little distant.

"Stand up, my beloved, there's no need to be so polite."

Princess Pyongyang stood up and looked at Son Ye-jeong, who was dressed in modern clothes.

Sun Yezhen bowed and greeted in Korean: "My concubine Zhenfei greets Her Royal Highness Princess Pyongyang."

Hearing the local accent, Princess Pyongyang finally smiled and said in Korean: "Sister Zhenfei, you are so beautiful!"

Princess Pyongyang is only 19 years old. She looks innocent and naive, like a little girl who has not grown up yet.

Sun Yezhen smiled and politely replied, "Your Highness Princess Pyongyang, you are also very beautiful!"