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Chapter 465 Daily Life of Raising a Child (1)

In the leisurely afternoon, Wen Jiayue sat in the courtyard, fanning herself with a round fan, watching Zhaozhao and Liqiu and Xiaoman chase each other.

Zhao Zhao was young and, being the mistress, the two maids gave way to her, and before long she caught her.

Xiaoman, panting, exclaimed, "Miss is truly amazing!"

Li Qiu also curtsied and said, "This servant has lost."

Zhao Zhao then ran proudly to her mother to show off her success.

"Mother, Mother, isn't Zhao Zhao amazing?"

Zhao Zhao is almost two years old. It's as if she has suddenly unlocked her potential, and she can say more and more words, although they are not very clear, but they are still understandable.

Wen Jiayue smiled and praised, "Zhaozhao is naturally the most amazing, even her mother has to admit defeat."

Zhao Zhao took a moment to understand the meaning of "willing to admit defeat" and quickly grasped it, looking extremely smug.

She got carried away with her game and said in a clear voice, "Then I'll catch Mommy!"

Wen Jiayue politely declined, saying, "Mommy has a younger brother and sister in her belly. I'll play with you after Mommy gives birth."

Zhao Zhao then remembered this matter. She went close to her mother and carefully touched her belly.

Wen Jiayue said softly, "Zhaozhao, guess if your mother is carrying a little brother or a little sister?"

It is said that children can see whether a woman is pregnant and whether it is a boy or a girl. Cui Yu has verified the former, and she also wants to try to see if Zhao Zhao can do it.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zhao said with certainty, "It's a younger brother, just like Ling Yun."

In early July, Lin Qianqian gave birth to a son, whom she named Lingyun.

Wen Jiayue made a special trip with Zhaozhao to visit the mother and son.

Strangely enough, Lingyun seemed to have a connection with Zhaozhao. He kept looking at her with curiosity, and wherever she walked, he would look in that direction, without crying or making a fuss.

Zhao Zhao found it novel and played with Ling Yun for a long time.

After returning, she would often talk about her younger brother Lingyun, just like she used to talk about her older brother Xiaoyu.

Upon hearing this, Shen Fuhan was completely relieved. It turned out that her daughter was just having fun with a new playmate, and Cui Yu was not special.

Wen Jiayue put her worried father out of her mind and asked with a smile, "How can Zhaozhao be so sure?"

Zhao Zhao looked at her mother in confusion. He was supposed to be her younger brother, so how was she supposed to explain?

She pointed to her stomach and said seriously, "Zhao Zhao saw it."

Wen Jiayue rubbed her little head: "Okay, Mommy trusts Zhaozhao, go play."

Zhao Zhao didn't leave, but rubbed against her hand and said coquettishly, "Mother, Mother, Zhao Zhao wants to see Brother Ling Yun."

Faced with her daughter's sweet talk, Wen Jiayue was powerless to resist and let Chengxin take her there.

She decided not to go, otherwise Lin Qianqian would be too busy. She had just finished her postpartum period, so she should focus on taking care of the baby.

Shen Fuhan returned home after his shift, but Zhaozhao had not yet returned.

Looking around and not seeing his daughter, he asked, "Where's Zhaozhao?"

Wen Jiayue explained, "They went to Qianqian's place."

"How long have you been there?"

"About an hour."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then ordered the guards to bring the young lady back.

Then he turned to look at Wen Jiayue, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Zhaozhao has grown up."

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

She humbly asked, "Why do you say that, my husband?"

“She’s barely learned to run and jump, and she doesn’t want to stay with us anymore,” Shen Fuhan sighed. “She’ll only drift further away from us in the future.”

Wen Jiayue rolled her eyes at him: "I think it's because there aren't enough things to do at the Dali Temple. Without official duties to attend to, he's always thinking about this and that."

Speaking of this, Wen Jiayue suddenly remembered that at this time in her previous life, Shen Fuhan should have been promoted to Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.

She remembered that this happened four or five days before Zhao Zhao's birthday, and now there are only two days left, so why is there still no news?

She voiced her doubts.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before explaining, "His Majesty wants me to be promoted directly to Minister of Justice, but I haven't agreed yet."

Wen Jiayue was stunned. How could there be people who refused a promotion?

She quickly asked, "Why won't you agree?"

Shen Fuhan then explained it to her in detail.

His promotion speed is too fast, and this time it is a promotion that skips a level, which is difficult to convince the public.

However, the Emperor said that he had made great contributions to the Pei Huaijin treason case, and with the recommendation of the Grand Secretary, he was well-deserving of the position of Minister of Justice.

But Shen Fuhan knew in his heart that there was also the Emperor's guilt mixed in, and that he wanted to make it up to him.

Therefore, he used an official position to bridge the gap between the emperor and his ministers caused by Li Zhilan, and to restore their old friendship.

But Shen Fuhan didn't want this kind of compensation; a steady promotion suited him better.

Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "Just because of this?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly.

“I won’t agree,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “In my past life, you were still the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review when I died. Now that you have made merit and have the recommendation of the Grand Secretary, you can be promoted further. Why should you refuse?”

"As for the Emperor's thoughts, whether he really thinks that way or not, it won't make a difference. Did you take up the position of Minister of Justice just to hold a position without doing any work?"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then said, "Of course not."

"So, what is there for my husband to be afraid of?" Wen Jiayue said earnestly. "You have the Emperor's trust and the people's love. Why don't you just continue to do practical things in a higher position?"

Shen Fuhan suddenly realized that his thoughts these past few days had been completely stuck in a rut.

He slowly began, "I never expected that A-Yue would be such a understanding person."

Wen Jiayue glared at him.

The next day, news of Shen Fuhan's promotion to Minister of Justice spread throughout Chang'an.

Considering Wen Jiayue's pregnancy, he did not hold a grand celebration, but only invited his colleagues to a drink.

Wen Jiayue was happy to have some free time and focus on her pregnancy.

Late at night, Shen Fuhan returned home.

After Wen Jiayue became pregnant, she became particularly sensitive to smells. She complained that he smelled strongly of alcohol and covered her nose, telling him to take a bath.

"I only drank a little," Shen Fuhan gently held her waist. "I specifically took off my outer garment before coming in, how can you still smell it?"

He gently inhaled the fragrance of her hair, gazed down at her fair face, and his voice grew increasingly deep.

His hand unconsciously rubbed lightly against his lower back, subtly revealing a hint of danger.

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat. She was all too familiar with this feeling of being treated like prey by him.

She removed his hand and said sternly, "Go take a bath."

But the blush on her face wouldn't fade, as if she were slightly tipsy.

During this period, they had been sleeping quietly, and the few physical contacts they had were all because Shen Fuhan was taking care of her.

She hadn't felt this blush-inducing and her heart-pounding in a long time, so she felt a little uncomfortable after only touching her waist a few times.

Shen Fuhan snapped out of his daze: "Sorry, A-Yue, I'll sleep in the study tonight."

She is over four months pregnant and can have sex, but he drank alcohol today and is worried that it might hurt her.

Wen Jiayue hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and said, "But I want you to sleep in the bedroom."

Shen Fuhan's heart stirred slightly. Could it be that A Yue had also fallen in love?

Then she continued, "Why don't you sleep on the couch?"