Chapter 1267: In broad daylight, how annoying!

Lin Lang grabbed Jin Yao's hand that was pinching his waist, his fingertips caressing the delicate skin on the back of her hand, his eyes filled with an irrepressible smile.

"My beloved, is that a tickle you?" He deliberately leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against Jin Yao's reddened earlobe. "It seems I've spoiled you too much."

AI-generated beautiful images of Princess Jin Yao

Jin Yao's earlobes burned even hotter. She tried to pull her hand away but couldn't. So she simply stood on tiptoe and gently touched Lin Lang's chin with her forehead, her tone coquettish yet slightly reproachful: "Your Majesty always teases your concubine. If you keep talking nonsense, your concubine will get angry."

Lin Lang chuckled softly, loosening his grip on her wrist, but he didn't actually let her go. Instead, he leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh? I'd like to see what my beloved concubine looks like when she gets angry?"

"Is she pouting and ignoring me, or is she crying with tears in her eyes?" He deliberately dragged out his words, his fingertips gently caressing Jin Yao's hand, causing a slight tickle.

Jin Yao was amused by Lin Lang's words and couldn't keep a straight face. The smile on her lips disappeared, but she still glared at him with a stern face and reached out to push his chest: "If Your Majesty talks nonsense again, I will really ignore you."

"Really?" Lin Lang hugged Jin Yao tighter and said with a wicked smile, "Then I'll see if my beloved concubine has a stubborn temper or if I have good patience."

Jin Yao's cheeks flushed instantly. She pulled her hand away and burrowed into Lin Lang's arms, muttering in a low voice, "Hmph, Your Majesty is naughty!"

Lin Lang's eyes were almost overflowing with tenderness: "It's good that you're naughty. If you're not naughty, how can you coax my darling to be so obedient?"

"Your Majesty is so unrestrained because you take advantage of my affection for you." Jin Yao nestled in Lin Lang's arms, her shoulders trembling slightly, her suppressed laughter seeping through the fabric, carrying a warm and soft sensation.

Lin Lang chuckled softly, his nose filled with the sweet fragrance of Jin Yao's hair: "But I feel like you're just being spoiled and pampered!"

"No way! I wouldn't dare," Jin Yao quickly retorted, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.

"My beloved concubine, you have rendered meritorious service by bearing me two sons. My favor towards you is well-deserved." He deliberately dragged out his words, lifting her chin with his fingertips, forcing Jin Yao to look up at him.

Jin Yao looked up and met Lin Lang's smiling eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, I would like to give you another son."

Lin Lang laughed and said, "Wouldn't it be better to have another daughter? A daughter is a mother's little cotton-padded jacket."

"No, I want to have a son. Only with many sons can I have a reliable support in the future." Jin Yao's eyes were glistening with tears as she snuggled into Lin Lang's arms and acted coquettishly.

Lin Lang chuckled and leaned down to peck Jin Yao's lips. "What you said makes sense, but I will always be your support."

Jin Yao snorted, but her fingertips secretly hooked onto Lin Lang's robe, her voice as soft as spring water: "Then Your Majesty must keep your word."

"My word is as good as gold, and I will naturally keep my word." Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed the crown of her hair, his voice deep and solemn.

Jin Yao squirmed in Lin Lang's arms, her eyes crinkling into crescents, and her tone laced with a hint of cunning: "Then Your Majesty must remember this well. From now on, no matter what I want, Your Majesty cannot refuse."

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow, flicked Jin Yao's forehead lightly with his finger, the force as light as a feather: "Oh? My beloved concubine, are you setting a trap for me? If you want the moon in the sky, I have no way to send someone to pluck it from the sky."

Jin Yao's voice was so soft it was almost sickening: "Your Majesty, I don't want the moon. I just want Your Majesty to spend more time with me, with Nan'er and Bei'er. That's enough."

"Alright, alright, I'll grant your request."

As Lin Lang spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and bit Jin Yao's lip lightly, which made Jin Yao hum softly and punch Lin Lang's chest: "Your Majesty is bullying me again."

"So what if I bully you?" Lin Lang's mischievousness deepened as he picked up a strand of Jin Yao's hair and twirled it between his fingers. "Who else would I bully if not you, since you're the apple of my eye?"

Jin Yao was speechless, so she simply tilted her head back and gave Lin Lang a light, quick kiss on the lips.

Lin Lang chuckled softly, nuzzling Jin Yao's nose with his own. Their eyes met, and the room was filled with a warm fragrance, making even the air feel cloyingly sweet.

Lin Lang's breath hitched, and the mischievousness in his eyes was instantly replaced by an overwhelming tenderness.

He looked down at the shyness and affection in the eyes of the beauty in his arms, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Jin Yao felt increasingly embarrassed by Lin Lang's gaze. Just as she was about to turn her head away, he gently grabbed her wrist.

Lin Lang didn't rush to do anything. He simply leaned down slightly, his forehead touching Jin Yao's forehead, his nose brushing against hers. Their warm breaths mingled, carrying Jin Yao's pleasant fragrance.

"My beloved concubine, let's go back to bed and rest now." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of laughter, yet also a suppressed excitement.

Jin Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart pounding. She could clearly feel the warmth emanating from Lin Lang, and the tenderness and love in his eyes that belonged only to her.

"Your Majesty, aren't you ashamed in broad daylight?"

Looking at Jin Yao's adorable appearance, Lin Lang's heart melted completely.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against Jin Yao's cheek, tucking a stray hair behind her ear with his incredibly gentle touch.

Then, he slowly lowered his head.

The kiss wasn't rushed at all; instead, it was filled with a tenderness that made you want to hold on tight.

The moment their lips touched, Jin Yao instinctively closed her eyes.

Lin Lang's kiss was very light, like a spring breeze brushing against flower petals, carrying a careful and cherished feeling, gently tracing the shape of her lips.

There was no plundering, no entanglement, only pure joy and tenderness.

Jin Yao could sense Lin Lang's feelings; it was a tenderness that he cherished, as if holding something in his hands for fear of dropping it or keeping it in his mouth for fear of melting it.

Her heart felt filled with something warm and swollen, and even her eyes felt slightly warm.

Jin Yao gently raised her hand and wrapped it around Lin Lang's neck, pressing herself closer to him in response to the tender kiss.

Just as the two were losing control of their emotions, a series of hurried footsteps and a tearful report suddenly came from outside the palace.

"Your Majesty, Consort Zhao," the palace maid's voice trembled, filled with barely concealed panic, "This servant failed to keep a proper eye on His Highness!"

"Your Highness... Your Highness was running around playing when he accidentally fell on the stone steps, bumped his head and got a big bump, and scraped his skin!"

Following closely behind was Xiao Haonan's heart-wrenching cries.

The cries were crisp and loud, carrying the grievances and fear of a five-year-old child who had fallen and hurt himself. One cry after another gripped the heart.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the palace vanished instantly.

Jin Yao's face turned pale. She suddenly broke free from Lin Lang's embrace, hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and rushed to the palace gate.

"Squeak-"

She pushed the wooden door open, and a gust of wind carrying her sobs rushed in.

A palace maid was seen holding little Hao Nan outside the door. The little guy's face was red from crying, his face was covered with tears and snot, a large purplish-blue bump was raised on his forehead, and there was a shallow abrasion next to it, with fine blood seeping out.

The palace maid was trembling with fear, terrified of being punished, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"My son!" Jin Yao's heart clenched, her voice trembling. She rushed forward and took her son from the maid's arms. "Where did you fall? Let your mother see! Does it hurt, my darling?"

When Xiao Haonan saw his mother, he cried even harder, clutching Jin Yao's clothes tightly with his little hands, burying his head in her neck, and sobbing, "Mother...it hurts...my forehead hurts..."

Jin Yao's hands were trembling as she held her son, her eyes instantly reddening, tears streaming down her face from her heartache. She kissed her son's face repeatedly to comfort him.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Mother is here. Mother will blow on it and it will feel better..."

The little one's cries rose several octaves, sounding utterly aggrieved.

Lin Lang also strode out, his smile long gone, his gaze falling on the wound on Xiao Haonan's forehead, his eyes darkening.

He stepped forward and saw his son crying so hard he could barely breathe. His heart tightened, but he still raised his hand and gently poked his wrinkled face with his fingertip, his tone tinged with a helpless joking.

"You naughty brat, all you do is cause trouble."

"Why are you running so fast? Look, you've bumped your head and got a bump, it must hurt terribly!"

Little Haonan looked up at him, sobbing, his nose red, and whimpered pitifully, "Father...it hurts..."

The palace maid knelt down in front of Lin Lang with a thud, bowed her head and kowtowed, and said in a tearful voice, "It's all because this servant didn't watch the young prince properly, and that's why he fell and got hurt like this. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Lin Lang simply replied, "It's alright. Children are all naughty, and it's inevitable that they'll fall down. Get up, I won't punish you."

The palace maid felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately kowtowed to express her gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang reached out and rubbed his son's soft hair, then looked at Jin Yao, who was crying with heartache, and kept gently coaxing his crying son.

Jin Yao blew on her son's mouth while coaxing him, "Don't cry, son, be a good boy!"

"Don't cry, son. Your father will heal your wounds and relieve your pain right now." With that, Lin Lang activated the [Healing Hand] skill and gently placed his palm on the wound on Xiao Haonan's forehead.

A faint halo emanated from his palm, and strands of warm light flowed over the wound like water, slowly spreading along the edges of the purplish-blue swelling.

The swollen flesh gradually flattened out at a visible speed, and the bluish-black bruises, like snow melting in the warm sun, slowly faded away completely.

The warm light swept across the abrasion, which was oozing fine blood. The broken skin instantly closed up, scabbed over, and fell off, revealing the delicate and smooth flesh underneath, without leaving a single scar.

In a short while, the halo faded, and the wound on Xiao Haonan's forehead completely disappeared, becoming indistinguishable from intact skin.

Jin Yao felt her son's crying gradually subside. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the injury on her son's forehead had completely healed.

As the warm light faded, Lin Lang smiled and withdrew his hand.

The moment the pain disappeared, Xiao Haonan was stunned, and his crying stopped abruptly.

He raised his chubby little hand and touched his forehead, blinked his wet eyes, and then burst into laughter through his tears, his voice becoming clear and bright: "Hehe, it doesn't hurt anymore! Father, my forehead doesn't hurt anymore!"

Jin Yao's heart finally settled down. She quickly reached out and touched her son's forehead. It was smooth and flat, without a trace of injury.

She breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Lin Lang with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of gratitude, and said softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty. It is all thanks to Your Majesty's healing magic, otherwise my son would have been in so much pain."

Lin Lang reached out and wiped away the tears from Jin Yao's eyes, his tone tinged with amusement: "What are you thanking me for? Nan'er is my son, it's only right that I protect him."

Jin Yao gently kissed her son on the forehead, then deliberately put on a stern face and said, "You brat, will you walk so clumsily next time?"

"Hmph, I won't be rash next time." Xiao Haonan's voice still had a strong nasal tone.