And so it went.
The days slipped by unnoticed.
For Qin Yi, these were the most delightful days he had ever experienced in his lifetime.
After leaving the court, he got to play with his daughter, Little Yanyan, and indulge in affectionate games with his pampered wife.
Seeing his little woman's angry yet silent face, her cheeks puffed up like a bun as she glared at him, he had always feasted on such wonderful sights.
"Come on, Little Yanyan, you are brave! Keep going, keep going!"
Lately, Little Yanyan started learning to walk, toddling around the house with her small legs, always insisting on someone to guide her.
Su Pan'er, fearing that the child would catch a cold outside, insisted on bringing Little Yanyan inside the house for practice walking.
This usually took up a whole day.
Consequently, the room was half filled with maids and old women.
Not only did this seriously interfere with his war strategies, but it also trampled on his bonding time with Pan'er.