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Chapter 5372: Grand Amnesty

Forgive them for their rather unkind laughter.

Events took a strangely unpredictable turn. The glorious deeds of the little imperial grandson became widely known by the evening of the eighth day of the New Year. Everyone knew that the little imperial grandson was truly a divine being with extraordinary talent.

That very night, His Majesty's imperial decree was posted. To celebrate the birth of the little imperial grandson, a grand amnesty was declared across the land, along with a series of corresponding pardon details. Universal jubilation erupted, astonishing the world.

That night, Crown Prince Mo, after cleaning up and returning to his room, finally restored his elegant and dashing appearance.

"Husband, come quickly!" The little stoic, seeing him enter, quickly waved him over, joyfully calling out, "Look, look, the baby's eyes are open!"

Crown Prince Mo couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, thinking: Wife, if you suddenly told me our baby could fly right now, I wouldn't be particularly surprised. An infant at Divine Realm Level Ten—what kind of heaven-defying feat can't he pull off? It's just opening his eyes, yet you're so excited.

Despite his thoughts, Crown Prince Mo maintained a benevolent fatherly demeanor and approached, glancing at his son.

Qiao Qiao was very happy, holding the little one and saying, "Big Brother's little tiger cub takes a long time to open its eyes. Mother says that a baby's eyes aren't fully developed at birth and can't handle strong light. Look, look, husband, our baby can open his eyes wide, how cute."

Can our son even be compared to other people's children? Mo Lian felt slightly speechless. As soon as our son was born, the commotion was so immense that the Heavenly Dao unleashed thunderfire and divine punishment for three consecutive days! How could he be like others?

Mo Lian looked over and saw the little fellow opening his pitch-black eyes. When he saw his father glance over, the boy actually gave him a rather nonchalant look. Crown Prince Mo suddenly found it a bit amusing, so he simply sat down next to his wife and continuously complained, "Wife! Wife, oh wife!"

"What is it?" The little stoic was looking down at her son, and being called several times unexpectedly, she replied without even turning her head.

Mo Lian indignantly tugged at her hand. "Qiao Qiao, ever since this little fellow was born, you haven't even given me a proper look!"

Qiao Mu turned her head and touched his head. "You're incredibly handsome again after your bath and purification."

Mo Lian always felt that when his wife touched his head, it was a bit like she was petting a large dog... He wondered if it was just his imagination.

"Qiao Qiao, are you tired holding him? Let me take him." No sooner had Mo Lian extended his hand than he felt a surge of power, which unhesitatingly pushed his hands away. The fellow barely managed to steady himself and wasn't knocked off the bed by his son...

His handsome face immediately stiffened, and Crown Prince Mo promptly complained, "Qiao Qiao, he hit me!"

Qiao Mu: ...

"Husband, be more mature. Don't argue with our child," the little stoic, her face stoic, criticized him seriously.

Mo Lian looked at her, exasperated, and pouted, accusing, "Qiao Qiao, you're playing favorites! Look at me, your husband. I suffered Heavenly Dao's punishment for three days and three nights because of this little rascal, and I've only just recovered! Yet you don't even look at me."

Qiao Mu quickly turned to look at him, freeing one hand to caress his cool, handsome face. "Alright, alright, you worked hard and suffered."

"I'll definitely treat you well from now on," the little stoic said with great authority.

Mo Lian, caught between laughter and tears, reached out and embraced her.