Chapter 9 — After Rebirth I Decided to Pretend to Be Stupid

The big hand slowly slid down. When it touches the laces of my clothes. He asked hoarsely: "Okay?" "Yes." I nodded slightly. He kissed more intensely. Clumsy fingers pulled at the strap, but still couldn't undo it. A bit of frustration appeared on Chu Tinh An's face. "Why is this thing..." "Still so difficult to take off?" I couldn't help but laugh and tease. "It's been decades since I took it off." "Still don't know?" "Um." The red color spread from his face down to his neck, he tilted his head to the side. "Your skills are fading away." The moment the clothes gradually fell. He leaned close to my ear and smiled smugly. "In this life..." "I have to practice more." The candlelight flickered. He looked at the long hair spread out on the bed. The smile in my eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only deep attentiveness. "Thi An." "Hmm?" I was hugged by him to the point that my mind was drowsy. "Looked at me." Seeing that I didn't answer. He gently used a little more force. "This life." "Look at me." "Just look at me." "Yes." He bowed his head and placed a kiss on the middle of my forehead. The curtains gently shook. Like warm spring water waves. Gently flutter. ... The Holy One commanded. Phong Tam Prince became King of Qi. Ban Phong land in Jiangnan. In his previous life, Chu Tinh An stayed in the capital to serve as the main government officer. Being tortured by each round of partisan fighting until his sideburns turned white. In this life, he proactively asked to come to the land. The Emperor was silent for a long time and finally agreed. Departure date. On both sides of the canal are lush green willows. The group of boats followed each other down the river to the South. I sat at the head of the boat eating tangerines. He walked out of the compartment and stuffed a piece of cinnamon cake into my mouth. "You made it?" "Yes." "Sweet." "Cinnamon flowers are inherently sweet." "Not cinnamon flowers." I mumbled while chewing and mumbling. "It's you." He didn't answer. Just turned to look at the sparkling water on the canal. Why... are you embarrassed again? Qi Vuong's Palace was built outside Co To citadel, leaning against the mountain, near the river. The backyard also brings in spring water to fill a carp pond. My greatest joy every day is sitting by the lake feeding the fish. He sat next to him, reviewing official documents, occasionally raising his head and commenting: "The fish you feed are fat." "Fat people raise fish." "Of course fish must also be fat." When leaving the capital, Chu Tinh An also spent a large amount of money to invite a chef who specialized in making pork trotters to Co To. I'm still the same as my previous life, eating to the point of showing off my double chin. "You're not fat." "How are you..." "I like it too." Finished talking. Chu Tinh An bowed his head and continued to criticize the document. The tips of the ears are red again. … The second year I arrived in Co To, I became pregnant. Chu Tinh An was so stressed that he almost moved all the medical shops in Co To to the palace. I thought he was annoying so I sent him to the study room to sleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I discovered him holding the blanket and squatting in front of the bedroom door. Say you're afraid of midnight and want to drink water but there's no one to pour it. His Royal Highness Qi Wang was huddled outside the door, looking like a big dog that had been chased out of its nest by its owner. "I want a drink of water, don't you know how to call the maid?" He raised his head to look at me. "I'm afraid... maybe you want to see me." My heart softened so I called him into the room. The elephant asked the fairy... He placed his hand on my stomach. I asked him what he was touching. He replied: "Waiting for movement." "It's only been six months." "There's no movement." "Yes." I pushed him. He promptly fell onto the bed. Both laughed out loud. … The day he went into labor, he was even more stressed than me, pacing back and forth outside the delivery room for three hours. The sole of the shoe is also worn down a layer. When the midwife opened the door to announce the good news, his face turned pale and he stumbled past the midwife and ran straight to my bed. Hold my hand. "Does it hurt?" "...Your Highness." "It's a little princess." "Baby." "Are you in pain?" "Madam is okay." "Or should the Royal Family look at the little princess first..." The midwife holding the baby stood behind her and kept urging, "Wait a little longer." He knelt next to the bed, his forehead resting on the back of his hand.

My shoulders trembled slightly. I didn't have much strength left, so I could only use my fingertips to gently touch his hair. "It doesn't hurt anymore, don't be afraid." He raised his head and his eyes were red. Finally, the midwife couldn't bear to look so she brought the baby. The little girl cried very loudly. The sharp cry immediately drew everyone's eyes towards him. Only then did he lower his head to look at his son. Then very gently touched the baby's clenched little fist. Is a female comedian. Eyebrows and eyes like me, mouth also like me. Just open your mouth and smile and you'll laugh forever. … On the first day of the month, a party was held in the palace. The little girl is not afraid of strangers, everyone who comes smiles. Mouth gurgles non-stop. I hold my baby and play. The little girl shook her small fist and cried out excitedly. I just carried you in front of Chu Tinh An. Intending to show off her smart and intelligent daughter... "Ah dad!" A clear call. It couldn't be clearer. I'm stiff. Slowly lowered her head to look at the little pink dough in her lap. "Ah ba a ba!" She was extremely satisfied with her pronunciation. Again, he waved his plump arms like lotus roots. Called out one more time. "Oh my god!" "Isn't... she's stupid too?" Chu Tinh An calmly picked up her daughter and seriously observed her for a moment. Then raise your head. Calmly but firmly said: "Not stupid." "...How do you know?" "Look at his eyes." He held his daughter at my level. The baby's dark eyes rolled around. As soon as I saw it, I grinned. He spoke again: "A father." He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. "That year when she pretended to be stupid." "Her eyes were exactly like this." "It looked extremely mischievous." I was not convinced. "Who are you calling mischievous?" He did not answer, just gently touched the tip of his daughter's nose with his finger. Her eyes gently lowered, her voice calm. "Ah ba, ba." "That sounds really good." The afternoon wind blew through the hallway. The scent of cinnamon flowers mixed with the girl's laughter spread throughout the courtyard. It's so exciting... Full text.