Chapitre 22: Chapter 22: First Words - "Mama" Leaves Qian Renxue Astonished
Unexpectedly, once Bibi Dong picked up the baby, aside from her usual frosty expression, she didn't scold him as others feared. She even thoughtfully brushed off some dust from his little knees, glancing over his tiny hands.
"So filthy," she muttered with an unfeeling tone before looking into Lin Luo's face.
The baby's delicate features looked as if they were crafted from porcelain—his eyes were big and bright, with faint wisps of black hair crowning his little head. For the first time since Qian Renxue had her son, Bibi Dong took a good look at her grandson's face. Yet, she felt nothing much, merely noting that the baby didn't resemble Qian Renxue much at all.
Could it be that he takes after that so-called father? [TL: bro pulled jesus card in a cultivaiton world as he can be said to be a literal child of god]
With a detached expression, Bibi Dong turned and headed towards the main hall, still holding the baby. When everyone expected her to toss the child back outside, she instead bypassed the crowd and walked straight toward the Papal Palace.
Wait, wasn't this baby supposed to have just wandered in from the outside? How come it seemed as though Bibi Dong knew this little one? Could it be…no, that's impossible! There had never been a single rumor about the Pope having a child, a fact well-known throughout the continent. But if that's not the case, then who is this mysterious baby?
The crowd around the square had gone quiet. The baby's little escapade felt like a child accidentally running out into the open, only to be promptly retrieved by a family elder—in this case, none other than the Pope herself! Heartbeats raced as the realization settled; fortunately, they had only watched and hadn't touched the child.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue snuck into the Papal Palace, concerned for her son. Upon entering, she found her little troublemaker comfortably sitting on Bibi Dong's lap. Both sat there, facing each other wordlessly, merely observing.
Is this my usually chatty son, suddenly too shy to speak in front of his grandmother?
The tension melted as Qian Renxue watched the scene, secretly amused. At least Bibi Dong no longer seemed hostile toward her grandson.
"Take him with you next time and make sure he doesn't run off," Bibi Dong said curtly upon noticing Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue nodded, approaching to take Lin Luo into her arms, pausing only to give him a light smack on his bottom as a mild scolding. Yet, walking to the back entrance, she couldn't resist glancing back and added, "His name…is Lin Luo."
Bibi Dong appeared unaffected, her face still cool as she silently repeated the name to herself. Not hearing any further response, Qian Renxue took Lin Luo and headed out. But now, Lin Luo knew what awaited him.
"You little troublemaker, how could you be so naughty?" Qian Renxue lectured as she tapped his tiny bottom, "So disobedient at such a young age. What happens when you're older?"
Each light tap came with a question. "Did that hurt? Will you remember this next time?" Yet Lin Luo merely hugged her slender neck, nestling onto her shoulder.
Once safely back in her quarters, Qian Renxue relaxed, grateful her grandfather hadn't found out. "Little rascal," she chided, placing him on the bed, "Your mother was out there chasing you, unwashed, all because of you!"
After setting him down, Qian Renxue nonchalantly undid the buttons of her dress, letting it slip off and leaving nothing hidden from Lin Luo's view. Lin Luo was so used to the sight by now that he hardly blinked, while Qian Renxue no longer cared—after all, who would mind being uncovered in front of her own baby?
Draping herself in a fresh gown, she looked down and couldn't help pinching Lin Luo's chubby little cheeks. "You little troublemaker," she murmured, exasperated. "And what if you'd led Grandfather to us, hm? What then?"
Lin Luo didn't respond, just looked up at her, but he felt a pang of hunger and glanced at her chest. With a huff, she covered herself. "No food for you until lunchtime!"
Fine then, he thought, glancing away. His current quest was already accomplished—he'd collected enough steps for his 180-draw reward! Two new permanent abilities were worth it, even if his stash of consumables wouldn't last forever.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue, now freshly bathed, sat brushing her hair at the vanity when she heard a small sound behind her.
"M… Ma…"
Startled, Qian Renxue whipped around. The hairbrush slipped from her hand, clattering onto the table. Was that really her baby's voice?
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