- In the heart of an ancient Chinese dynasty, a young emperor reigns with wisdom beyond his years but carries a heart heavy with unresolved grief. Years ago, he lost his beloved under mysterious circumstances, a loss that has since haunted him. Fate...
Early in the morning, with the soft light of dawn casting gentle shadows across the room, I sat comfortably in the plush nursing chair, cradling our little girl as she contentedly fed from her bottle. Watching her with a tender smile, I was utterly captivated by every little detail—the gentle flutter of her eyelids, the cute sounds she made as she sucked, and the way her tiny hand occasionally gripped my finger. It made my smile widen, a wave of affection washing over me.
Our little boy was fast asleep in his cot bed, his peaceful face a contrast to his sister's quiet alertness. I stroked her soft cheek, marveling at the smoothness of her skin and the incredible reality that she was ours, that both of these beautiful little beings belonged to Xianzong and me.
The quiet moments of the morning were precious, filled with these intimate interactions that deepened the bond between us. As our daughter finished her bottle, she let out a small sigh, a contented expression settling over her features. I gently burped her, feeling her body relax against mine as she settled into a satisfied sleep.
Setting the empty bottle aside, I adjusted her in my arms, making sure she was comfortable and warm. I couldn't help but continue to watch her, her face a perfect blend of peace and innocence. It was these moments, so quiet and personal, that I knew I would cherish forever.
As I carefully covered our little girl with a soft blanket, her tiny form snuggled in, clutching the fabric of my robe with her little hand. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her peaceful expression brought a wide smile to my face. It was one of those perfect moments that seemed to slow time, filling the room with an overwhelming sense of contentment.
Just then, Xianzong, who had been catching up on some much-needed rest, looked up from the other side of the bed. His eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light that filled our chambers. Seeing us together, he broke into a warm, sleepy smile.
"Oh good morning, my love. How's the princess doing with my prince?" he asked, his voice gentle and laden with affection as he glanced from her to me. His playful use of "my prince" for me always warmed me to my core, a tender acknowledgment of our deep bond and shared affection.
"She's just drifted off to sleep," I responded, my voice low and filled with a laugh. "Seems she enjoys the morning calm as much as we do."
Xianzong pushed himself up into a sitting position, stretching his arms before letting out a small yawn. He then moved across the bed to join me, his movements quiet to avoid waking our daughter. Sitting beside me, he looked down at her sleeping face, his expression softening further with a mix of pride and wonder.
