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I think he also wanted to protect me. He didn't want anything to happen to me, that I had a mother in the palace, but after thousands of years, how many things could the imperial harem see?

I wanted to open my eyes so that the child in my belly could be born, but it would take a long time to grow up.

And now, with a towel over my face, I had to follow him step by step, afraid, my hand gripping his clothes. I didn't know where he was taking me, but when he returned he said to me, "Zhiqiu, This Emperor will bring you to a place." Then he mysteriously covered my eyes with the handkerchief.

He carried me into the carriage and covered my eyes with his hands. "Don't peek."

He really does like to play. Although he is the emperor, his temperament is still similar to that of a child.

Before he knew his identity, he already knew that he liked to run outside the palace. After entering the palace, he still liked to run outside the palace, so it was likely that he was someone who didn't like to follow the rules. However, he was the Emperor, so entering or leaving the palace was an easy task.

I knew it was out of the palace, but I didn't know where. When the gate opened, the carriage was running happily.

He patted me on the waist and I pulled his hand away. "Don't touch it. Be careful of the baby." He then said rather rudely, "What are you afraid of, not being able to get rid of it?"

I'm just nervous. Simply put, he just likes to let his temper run wild. At the very least, he still acts like the emperor in the palace. After leaving the palace, he's simply a domineering child.

"Master, we're here." the father-in-law whispered.

He pulled back the curtain of the carriage, and a gust of wind blew in with the snow, so cold that I had just raised my head and leaned back against his shoulder.

He suddenly chuckled and walked out. "Let's go."

I reached out and touched his hand in the air. I got up and went outside. He carried me out of the carriage and said, "You're not allowed to cry."

"I'm not that fond of crying," I said with a chuckle. But my heart was aching too, and I was anxious to know if it was the place I was thinking of, where the wind was howling, so familiar, and where the shawl fell little by little, and where the white snow covered the fields.

The familiar house where I was born and raised. So lonely, so quiet, as if waiting for me to come back.

He said he wasn't allowed to cry and I knew I was probably back at my house.

Returning home, he felt his heart flip a thousand times, unable to restrain the tears that slid down his face.

"I said not to cry." He scrunched his eyebrows to frighten me: "No more crying and get into the carriage, don't get out."

"I don't." She pursed her lips and looked at him, then raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears. She still wanted to cry.

He laughed out loud. The cold expression on his face was blown away by the wind. He poked my forehead with his finger. "You finally learned how to act like a spoiled child. Look at you, you little scum. Let's go."

He led the way toward the house, and I followed him, stepping on his footprints, step by step.

He stopped and grinned at me.

"I'm afraid of slipping." It would be troublesome if he were to fall. If I was in his shoes from the past, he might not be able to catch up to me.

He looked up at the sky somewhat impatiently. "If I knew a woman like you was so troublesome, I wouldn't have brought you out of the palace and made you stay in the palace all day with your eyes opened wide like a frightened mouse."

He saw my uneasiness, my fear? I thought he didn't know anything.

In a split-second, his hand had already been held back, and he couldn't help but call out softly, "Be careful." Do you really need to go that far? " He looked at my stomach with a bit of anger. "I feel that your attitude is terrible. With a child, you neglect me."

I couldn't help laughing at the plaintive tone in his voice. If it weren't for the fact that we weren't children, maybe we wouldn't be at this level, but there are some things we shouldn't really think about.

He put his arm around my shoulders, wrapped me in his sky-blue cloak, and led me into the house with his arm around my waist.

Then he remembered that he had slipped into the fields here, and fallen in the mud, and looked at him now, proud as a rooster.

"What are you laughing at?" He glanced at me.

"Hur hur." I chuckled and turned to look at the snow.

He pulled my face back and said seriously, "Yun Zhiqiu, don't think that I don't know the little Jiu Jiu Jiu in your heart. Are you laughing at me for falling down here?"

"Well, I didn't." I cleared my throat and refused to admit that if he had had the energy, I wouldn't have had to rely on him to keep my home.

He gently caressed my cold face, "Woman, you are lying. I know what you are laughing at. The reason why I brought you here today is because I want to see the Earth God here. If I didn't put this woman, who had looked down on me for the first time, in my mind, I would have written my name upside down."

I sighed. How could he not be the Emperor?

So he was just trying to subdue me, and I wasn't the one who pushed him.

Just as he was thinking, he felt a slight headache coming on. Rubbing his head, he said, "Stop knocking, the woman who says that she is pregnant must not knock her head randomly."

He was a little displeased and let go of me, "Hurry up and open the door, I'd like to see what kind of environment there is in which a stubborn woman like Yun Zhiqiu can be raised."