Chapter 639: Give Me a Moment

The woman's words just finished, and Qing Wang's face immediately showed some displeasure: "I have treated you like this, with a sincere heart, yet you only think of that little rabbit?"

The woman lowered her head in silence, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

Qing Wang sighed, walked over and sat down, reached out to pull her into his arms, his tone softening a bit: "A mother and child share a heart; I naturally understand."

"But you should also think carefully: Zhou Jing'an is already dead."

"Even if you bore him a son, your background remains, and you can never enter the gates of the Jinghai Marquis Residence."

He lifted his hand and wiped the tears from her face: "If I treat you this way, am I still not as good as that playboy?"

The woman's body tensed slightly, her voice trembling: "Your Highness's great favor, how could I not know."

"It's just that the child is still young and cannot be separated from his mother."

She lifted her head, eyes watery, looking at Qing Wang: "Your Highness, I am merely a frail woman. I understand nothing."

"I have no other wishes; I only ask to catch a glimpse of the child at any time, to know he is well, and that would satisfy me."

"I claim nothing, desire nothing, and will not cause Your Highness any trouble; I only beg for your mercy, so that mother and child may see each other whenever."

Before she could finish, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Qing Wang looked at her crying like rain on pear blossoms, his heart instantly softened: "I know, I know everything. Otherwise, why would I reject the principal and secondary consorts, yet favor only you?"

"Stop crying; I have already ordered someone to bring the child over."

The woman lifted her head, looking at him, a face of surprise: "Really? Thank you, Your Highness!"

At that moment, a woman entered, holding a boy who seemed less than a year old.

The woman abruptly rose from Qing Wang's arms, rushed a few steps, and snatched the child into her own arms.

"My son! My mother's son!" her voice trembled, yet a smile appeared on her face, pressing her cheek against the child's tiny cheek, tears streaming unabated.

The child, awakened by the commotion, cooed a couple of sounds, his little hand clutching his mother's robe, then fell back into deep sleep.

Tuan Tuan stood nearby, glanced at the woman clutching the child, crying and laughing, then looked at the pink little baby in her arms.

Oh, so this is the wife and child that Zhou Jing'an had hidden away.

How could they be with that scoundrel?

This little brother is so pitiful, so young yet cannot see his mother.

Although Zhou Jing'an is not a good person, this little brother certainly is not!

How can Qing Wang be so cruel! Bullying women and children!

Tuan Tuan glared at Qing Wang, his cheeks puffed with anger.

Qing Wang stood up, glanced at the mother and child: "One hour."

Having said that, his expression darkened, and he swept his sleeves away, departing.

Tuan Tuan jogged ahead of him, squatted at the doorway, stretched out a leg, muttering: "Trip you!"

The next moment, "Bang!"

Qing Wang, completely unprepared, fell face‑down onto the ground, landing in an extremely textbook dog‑eating‑shit pose.

Tuan Tuan stood aside, delighted, no wonder he called it dog‑eating‑shit!

"The way you lie on the ground, really looks like it!"

The guards on the corridor were startled: "Your Highness!" They rushed over, helping him up from the ground.

The woman was startled, suppressed a laugh, and lowered her head.

Qing Wang flung the guards aside in one motion: "Get lost!"

Having made such a huge blunder before his beloved woman, he was instantly angry and ashamed, turned back and glanced at the threshold: "Tomorrow, have all the thresholds in the residence cut down!"

"Xiao Yuanhang, are you ill? Why is the threshold left so high!"

Tuan Tuan instantly became angry, "How dare you call me dad!"

Our family's threshold is high! What does it have to do with you?

Who let you occupy someone else's house and not leave!

Qing Wang brushed dust from his body and strode forward.

Tuan Tuan again got two steps ahead of him, extended a small leg: "I'll trip you again!"

"Bang!"

Qing Wang this time rushed, fell even harder, landing flat on the ground, unable to get up for a long while.

Tuan Tuan stood up, clapped his hands, laughing uproariously: "Haha! The dog ate shit again!"

The guards who had just been flung away: "......"

They exchanged glances, unsure whether they should step forward.

A brave guard stammered softly: "Your… Your Highness?"

Qing Wang shakily raised his arm, braced it on the ground, and propped his body up segment by segment.

"Don't climb up!" Tuan Tuan sprang up and jumped onto his back.

Qing Wang, whose body had just risen a mere inch off the ground, immediately collapsed back down.

He snapped his head to look, but saw nothing, and, furious, roared: "What are you looking at! Get me up at once!"

Tuan Tuan jumped down from his back.

The guards only then rushed over, lifting him from the ground.

Qing Wang finally stood up, and two thick streams of fresh blood spurted straight from his nostrils.

The guards were aghast: "Your Highness is injured! Quickly, go fetch the imperial physician!"

Having said that, they hurriedly helped Qing Wang out of the Listening Rain Pavilion.

Seeing the people walk away, the woman inside finally couldn't hold back, and let out a snort of laughter.

Tuan Tuan walked to her side: "Beautiful auntie, I avenged you and the little brother!"

The woman held the child and walked to the bedside to sit down; she kissed his little face for a moment, then touched his little hand, her eyes fixed tightly on him, as if she could never look enough.

She lowered her head and whispered softly, "You've lost weight; these past few days, have they been feeding you well? Have they been bullying you?"

The child slept soundly, his little mouth slightly open, unaware of anything.

The woman reached out and touched his little clothing, saying, "Come, Mother will give you a fresh one just made."

After saying that, she pulled out a little belly band from the sewing basket beside the bed, laid the child on the bed, and extremely gently changed him into new clothing.

The belly band was moon-white, its edge embroidered with a twisting vine pattern, and in the center a red-thread "An" character was embroidered properly and squarely.

The woman's fingertip lightly rubbed the "An" character, and tears fell again.

"Jing'an," she choked, calling softly, "You're gone now, leaving us mother and child, and ending up here—how will we live from now on?"

Tuan Tuan's nose also felt sore.

This mother is so good! She loves this little brother so much.

The woman once again lifted the child, pacing back and forth in the room, her face pressed against his head, gently patting him repeatedly.

The woman stepped forward: "Miss, the time is about up; you also heard just now, the prince has ordered that he can only stay here for a moment."

The woman's body stiffened, her hold on the child tightening a little: "Granny, please, just let me stay a little longer; he has only just fallen asleep."

The woman stepped forward another two paces: "Miss, please don't make things difficult for me."

The child was awakened by their commotion, his little mouth pouting, and he burst into a wail.

The woman fumbled to soothe him, tears pattering down.

The woman stepped forward, reached out to take the child: "Miss, give him to me."

The woman refused to let go, clutching the child tighter and stepping back half a step.