Chapter 1269: The Pyongyang Princess Returns for a Limited Time!

At noon that day.

The sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains had already moved, and the fine golden rays were filtered and softened, falling on the brocade quilts piled up beside the couch, creating a warm and gentle glow.

The room was filled with a faint, ambiguous atmosphere and the scent of hormones, sweet and cloying, even the air felt like crushed honey, sticky and gooey.

Lin Lang leaned back on the soft pillow, a cigarette between his fingers, the bluish-white smoke rings slowly drifting upwards, blurring his deep-set eyes.

Jin Yao nestled in Lin Lang's arms like a lazy cat, her cheeks still flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, but a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Your Majesty's cigarette has a strong smell." Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquetry.

Lin Lang chuckled softly, raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette, and placed his palm on Jin Yao's warm cheek. His tone was languid afterward: "No matter how strong this cigarette is, it can't be as strong as my beloved concubine's appearance just now. If you find the cigarette choking, I'll put it out."

Jin Yao's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to pat Lin Lang's chest, playfully scolding him, "Your Majesty is teasing me again."

"How could I possibly make fun of my beloved concubine?"

Lin Lang lowered his head and placed a light kiss on Jin Yao's forehead, his nose brushing against the top of her head, his voice deep and tender, "I feel the greatest sense of accomplishment every time I conquer you."

Jin Yao snuggled even tighter into Lin Lang's arms, burying her flushed face in the crook of his neck, and mumbled, "Your Majesty, you're so naughty..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Lang's light chuckle.

He tightened his arms, holding Jin Yao firmly in his embrace. The sweet, soft fragrance emanating from her body filled his nostrils, and the comforting satisfaction in his heart seemed about to overflow.

"Don't you like my mischievous side?"

"Hmph, Your Majesty, you're teasing me again. I wonder if I'll be able to conceive a third child after today?"

"My beloved, you are in your safe period today, you won't get pregnant."

"Oh? Then I've wasted all my energy this morning?"

"Silly girl, how can you say you wasted your energy? Didn't you enjoy yourself too?" Lin Lang grinned mischievously.

Before Jin Yao could reply, they could faintly hear the cries of a baby coming from outside the palace. The cries were intermittent and accompanied by the hurried footsteps of palace maids and wet nurses. Through the palace gate, the cries seemed to come from another world.

Jin Yao froze, instantly sitting up straight from Lin Lang's embrace. She listened intently for a few seconds, her voice filled with unconcealed heartache: "Your Majesty, it's Bei'er crying!"

No sooner had the words left her lips than the wet nurse's respectful yet slightly flustered voice came from outside the palace.

"Your Highness, after the little prince finished his milk this morning, he played until he was tired and took a nap. When he woke up, he cried and wanted to see his mother."

"No matter how I tried to soothe him, I couldn't. I had no choice but to quickly bring the little prince back, afraid that crying would harm his health."

"That brat!" Jin Yao patted Lin Lang's arm anxiously, and hurriedly tried to get out of bed. "Your Majesty, please get dressed! I have to get up too. Bei'er is always clinging to me, and he makes a fuss if I don't see him for a while."

Lin Lang chuckled softly, reached for the bathrobe beside him, and slowly put it on. He watched Jin Yao's flustered movements with eyes full of doting affection.

After Jin Yao hurriedly straightened her clothes, Lin Lang subtly moved his fingertips and used his mind to slowly open the palace door with a creak.

The wet nurse carried the swaddled Hao Bei in quickly, followed by two young palace maids.

While Jin Yao was getting dressed, Xiao Haobei's cries grew more urgent and urgent, one after another piercing her ears and making her heart tremble.

"Oh, my dear child!"

Jin Yao rushed over and immediately saw that Xiao Haobei's face was red from crying, his little mouth was wide open, and tears like golden beans were falling down his face. He was also reaching out his chubby little hands towards her.

Jin Yao felt both sorry for him and amused. She quickly took the child from the wet nurse, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped away Xiao Haobei's tears and the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"You little crybaby, why are you crying like this?"

Jin Yao hugged Xiao Haobei tightly, kissing his soft cheeks repeatedly, gently swaying her arms, and humming a soft tune.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Mother is here, Mother is here, my good boy."

Xiao Haobei seemed to have finally found his pillar of support, and his crying gradually subsided, but he was still extremely aggrieved. His little body twitched, and he rubbed his little head against Jin Yao's neck, his little hands still clutching her clothes.

Lin Lang walked over, reached out and gently poked Xiao Haobei's round face with his finger, teasing him with a smile: "You little rascal, how old are you, and you already know how to compete with your father for your mother?"

Xiao Haobei blinked his big, wet eyes, glanced at Lin Lang, pouted, and snuggled closer to Jin Yao, making Jin Yao laugh out loud and pat Lin Lang's arm.

"Your Majesty, are you still teasing him? Can't you see the child has just finished crying?"

Lin Lang's fingertips didn't stop; he gently scratched Xiao Haobei's chin again, deliberately lowering his voice to tease him: "Oh, this little face is all red from crying, like a red apple. How about Father takes a bite?"

Xiao Haobei twisted his body as he was tickled, his nose still twitching, but his round eyes secretly glanced at Lin Lang, his little mouth pursed, and he couldn't help but giggle.

Upon seeing this, the wet nurse's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. She bowed and said, "It's all thanks to Your Majesty and the Emperor's wisdom that the little prince has finally stopped crying."

Jin Yao lowered her head and kissed her son's soft forehead, her eyes full of laughter: "You little rascal, you always bully your wet nurse."

Lin Lang's heart itched to see the child, and he reached out to take him, his tone full of coaxing: "My beloved concubine, come here, let me hold Bei'er and dote on this little rascal."

Jin Yao smiled and handed Xiao Haobei over, but as soon as the little guy touched Lin Lang's arms, his face scrunched up, his mouth opened wide, and he burst into tears again, kicking his little hands and feet and calling out indistinctly, "Mother... Mother..."

Lin Lang, flustered and fussing, held his son, both amused and exasperated: "You little rascal, you won't even let your father hold you? You're such a heartless little brat!"

As he spoke, he quickly shoved Xiao Haobei back into Jin Yao's arms. "Come on, my beloved concubine, you hold him. I can't handle this little rascal."

As soon as Jin Yao took the child, Xiao Haobei's crying immediately subsided. He hugged Jin Yao's neck tightly with his little hands and rubbed his head against her neck, as if he had found the most secure harbor.

A moment later, the little guy started giggling again.

Babies really do cry quickly and laugh quickly.

Jin Yao chuckled, lowered her head and pinched her son's little cheek, her eyes crinkling: "You little rascal, you still love your mother more, don't you? Don't be naughty like that anymore, understand?"

Lin Lang looked at his son in his arms, who was being affectionate with Jin Yao, and deliberately put on a stern face. He reached out and tickled Xiao Haobei's armpit. "You brat, you cry when your father holds you, but you laugh when your mother holds you. You're so biased!"

Xiao Haobei wiggled as he was tickled, his short legs kicking against Jin Yao's arm, his giggles crisp and adorable.

The little guy laughed as he reached out his chubby little hand to grab Lin Lang's fingers, gripping them tightly; his little hand was quite strong.

Jin Yao smiled and slapped Lin Lang's hand away, saying, "Your Majesty, don't tease Bei'er. He just stopped crying. If you make him cry again, it will take forever to coax him."

Lin Lang's eyes were full of smiles. "My beloved concubine, are you worried about your son, or about me?"

Jin Yao blushed, gave him a coquettish glare, and looked down at Xiao Haobei in her arms.

The little one was staring at Jin Yao with wide, round eyes, his little hand still clutching a strand of Jin Yao's hair, gently tugging at it.

"You little rascal, you were crying your eyes out just now, but you've calmed down in no time." Jin Yao shook her head with a smile and gently tapped Xiao Haobei's nose with her fingertip.

Xiao Haobei seemed to understand, tilted his head, snuggled against Jin Yao's chest, and made a soft, sweet humming sound.

Lin Lang's heart softened at the sight, and he leaned over to kiss Xiao Haobei on the cheek, the stubble on his beard making the little guy giggle again.

"Bei'er looks just like Nan'er when she was little, both of them are little shadows clinging to their mothers."

"That's right, both of my sons are closest to me, Your Majesty. You'll be jealous in the future." Jin Yao held her youngest son, leaning on Lin Lang's shoulder, unable to hide the smile on her lips.

Just then, Lin Lang suddenly received a system notification in his mind.

"Ding! Friendly reminder to the host: Today is Princess Gao Shuyan's birthday in Pyongyang. Consort Shu has prepared lunch and is eagerly awaiting the host's arrival at her palace."

Upon receiving the system notification, Lin Lang slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "My dear consort, I almost forgot that today is Consort Shu's birthday. Please excuse me and stay for lunch."

Upon hearing this, Jin Yao's smile faded almost entirely, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily pouted. Her gentle almond-shaped eyes were now veiled with a faint sense of loss.

She pursed her lips, and after a long pause, she replied in a muffled voice, "Alright, Your Majesty, take care."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently grasped Xiao Haobei's chubby little hand, shook it, and said softly, "Bei'er, say goodbye to your father."

Little Hao Bei didn't understand what goodbye meant; he just found it amusing to see his little hand being waved, and he giggled, waving his short arms wildly in response.

Looking at his son's soft and cuddly appearance, Lin Lang felt a pang of reluctance. He bent down and kissed Xiao Haobei's cheek again, the stubble from his beard making the little guy laugh even more happily.

"Son, I'll come play with you another day. I'll be going now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Lang turned around and walked out with slightly hurried steps. The hem of his bathrobe swept across the threshold and quickly disappeared outside the palace gate.

Jin Yao held Xiao Haobei in her arms, watching Lin Lang's figure disappear with lingering affection. Then she lowered her head, looked at her son's innocent smiling face in her arms, and muttered softly.

"Hmph, your father has gone to be with that princess of the fallen Goguryeo kingdom again. Gao Shuyan only gave your father one daughter, what right does she have to compete for his favor?"

After muttering to herself, Jin Yao couldn't help but gently pinch Xiao Haobei's cheek and coaxed him tenderly, "You brat, you have to be on the same page as your mother from now on, and don't let your philandering father lead you astray."

The adorable little Hao Bei wiggled his arms, blinked his big eyes at Jin Yao, and giggled innocently, looking cute and adorable.