"Not only does your Imperial Father want to deal with you, but your Imperial Mother also plans to deal with you too." Cai Wei added with a smile.
The babies in her belly seed to have been cowed by their parents’ words and suddenly quieted down.
Nangong Yi laughed, "Look at these little things, they really know how to read the room!"
Just as he finished speaking, a small bulge suddenly appeared near Cai Wei’s navel, looking like a tiny foot sticking out, very abruptly.
Nangong Yi froze for a mont, then chuckled. He extended his index finger and, with a doting smile, gently pressed the little bulge. "Little rascal, you’re quite bold, showing off to Imperial Father and Mother!"
The bulge disappeared instantly, but soon two bumps erged very close to each other, possibly both feet sticking out. Nangong Yi smiled once again and pressed them lightly. The bump flattened, but quickly another one appeared elsewhere.
It seed that the three little ones in the belly were conspiring as they gleefully kicked and pushed inside Cai Wei’s tummy. One mont there was a small bump that resembled a tiny fist; the next mont a large bump appeared, likely one of the babies’ little feet. A while later, a much bigger bulge appeared—it was anyone’s guess whether it was one of the rascal’s head or buttocks...
Nangong Yi looked like he was playing whack-a-mole, delightfully entertaining himself with the antics of the children, all the while teasing them, "Little troublemakers, where do you think you’re going? Admit defeat or not—co on!"
His playful antics had Cai Wei giggling non-stop.
A palace maid sent by Empress Dowager Mo to serve Cai Wei overheard the playful laughter of the Emperor and Empress from the dragon tent. Believing they were engaged in sothing improper, she dutifully coughed and said, "It’s getting late. Please, Your Majesties, take so rest. The health of the little princes is more important."
Cai Wei’s face turned green imdiately, feeling more wronged than Dou E* herself. She called out toward the tent’s exterior, loudly saying, "Your Majesty, perhaps you should stop teasing these little ones. With all your pressing, they won’t sleep well at all!"
Her past experiences had taught her that any misunderstandings must be quickly clarified; otherwise, tomorrow the Empress Dowager would bring it up in her usual roundabout manner.
The palace maid outside the tent overheard her words and realized she had misunderstood the Emperor and Empress. Feeling embarrassed, she stuck out her tongue and reluctantly kept quiet, saying no more.
"Ah, unbelievable. We can’t even have privacy in our own bed,"
Cai Wei muttered under her breath as she turned slowly, supporting her large belly. Her stomach was much bigger than that of an average five-month-pregnant woman—it looked as if she were about to give birth. After all, there were three babies inside. And if those little ones took after their father, they were bound to be big and strong, making her belly suffer all the more.
Nangong Yi wrapped an arm around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "If you don’t want to be disturbed, it’s simple—just as we go in, they won’t be able to hear us anymore."
"Hmm, that’s a good idea!"
Cai Wei grabbed Nangong Yi’s hand and swiftly pulled him into the spatial realm...
...
On their wedding night, Fei’er played Chinese checkers with Mo Ziqi for half the night. Exhausted, she snuggled up against Mo Ziqi to sleep. With a high bed, soft pillows, and a living "flesh pillow" to lean against, she was enveloped in his embrace all night long—sleeping comfortably as could be.
If it weren’t for the sound of footsteps and voices waking Cai Fei, she might have kept sleeping.
She reached out, groggy, to touch the space beside her. It was empty—he had gotten up earlier than her. Sleepiness imdiately dissipated, and when she opened her eyes again, daylight was already streaming through the window.
Fei’er’s heart sank. Oh no! Her first day as a newlywed, and she had gotten up late! At this hour, she still hadn’t gone to serve tea to the Old Mada and the Mada. How could Mo Ziqi not wake her up?
Fei’er hastily sat up and stepped into her shoes. As she hurriedly threw on a coat, she heard Liuzhu’s voice approach from outside: "What are we going to do? On the very first day after our lady has married in, she’s gotten up later than the son-in-law. If the Old Mada or the Mada blas her, what should be done?" Her tone was full of worry and indignation.
Liuzhu sighed, "Ah, but it was the son-in-law himself who forbid us from waking her. If there’s bla, there’s nothing we can do."
"I think we should sneak in and wake her up anyway. The Miss wouldn’t bla us; we’re just doing it for her own good," suggested one maid.
"Don’t. If the Great General finds out, we’ll be in big trouble. Haven’t you seen how much the Great General treasures our lady? He doesn’t even let us wake her up—he wouldn’t even allow us to open the curtains for fear of glaring her eyes. If we act recklessly and defy his orders, I’d say we’d be kicked out faster than we can explain ourselves!"
*\*Note: Dou E refers to a famous tragic heroine in Chinese literature.*
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