Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

So, she replied, “Go ahead if you want to.
There is no need to worry about me.
I’m not alone anymore and I have the little princess to take care of.” With that, she poked him in the arms and said, “Hurry up and thank His Majesty, won’t you?”

The hunter could not bear to leave his wife, but she was now living in the Palace and was quite happy caring for the little Princess.
She did not need him by her side all the time, which was why he had thought of doing some work out in the field.

“Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!” He knelt dutifully to thank the emperor.

Long Yang helped him up.
“Please get up! We’ll be leaving tomorrow and time is of the essence.
Go and prepare yourself.”

The hunter quickly stood up at this.

Long Yang did not say anything more.
He wanted to see Long Yin and Long Yinyao too.

Long Yin gave off a mature vibe as usual while Long Yinyao was the opposite.
She was quite the active child.

It had only been a little more than two months since they were born, but their eyes were already full of spirit.
This pair of siblings had completely contrasting characters.
One was quiet while the other was a ball of energy.

Long Yinyao was delighted to see Long Yang.
Her hands flung about in the air, as if asking to be carried.

Long Yang hoisted her up and the baby girl’s fingers wriggled about until she was finally able to catch hold of some hair resting on her father’s shoulder.
She smiled widely and some drool dripped from her mouth.

Zhao Qian watched this while standing by Long Yang’s side.
He could not stop smiling.
“Master, the Second Princess really likes it when you carry her.” The Second Princess was the most active among all three siblings and she was the closest to his master.

Long Yang touched his daughter’s nose and a smile appeared on his cold, aloof face.

Yaoyao and Ji’er may look alike, but the sisters had different personalities.

The thought of this made Long Yang feel rather bitter.

He lowered Yaoyao into the baby’s bed and was about to stand up when he realized his hair was still tightly held in her grip.
She refused to let go.

He wondered where she had gotten the strength from.
She was only a little more than two months old but she was now strong enough to grip his hair to the point that it hurt a little when she pulled on it.

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