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Chapter 5399: Where's Our Son??

Little Monkey was no longer kneeling properly, his back hunched, shrinking into a tiny ball. He whimpered pitifully, "Ugh, if only I had a blanket right now, I'd fall asleep instantly."

As he spoke, a makeshift bed suddenly appeared on the floor nearby. On the soft mattress lay two brand new brocade silk quilts.

Little Monkey quickly crawled over, hugging Mo Bao and kissing him twice. "Little dumpling, Auntie truly loves you to death. You're such a thoughtful and sensible good child. Auntie won't stay with them anymore; I'm going to sleep now!"

Everyone twitched their lips, glancing sideways to see Little Monkey unceremoniously rolling onto the mattress, shaking out the two quilts, and crawling in.

Adult Guang Guang yawned, casting a miserable look at the thick, soft bedding. "Then, then, then I'll sleep for a bit too. I'll... I'll continue kneeling after I wake up." His willpower simply couldn't contend with his sleepy heart. Adult Guang Guang also surrendered, rolling into the bedding, pulling a corner of the quilt over himself, and immediately falling into a deep sleep.

Mo Bao stirred in Little Monk's arms.

Little Monk was also incredibly sleepy, but he still knelt upright, his eyes half-closed. "I'll kneel a bit longer. The mistakes one makes, one... one must bear fully."

...

Mo Lian woke up in the middle of the night, feeling as if a pair of bright eyes were staring intently at him. He forced his eyelids open with immense willpower and rolled out of bed in one go.

He happened to meet his wife's expressionless, stoic little face. He raised a hand to his forehead, a mix of laughter and tears in his voice. "Wife, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

He truly felt like his little wife was going to scare him to death. Sitting beside him in the middle of the night, staring at him intently, Mo Lian truly felt like crying.

The little stoic pursed her lips, then suddenly lifted the quilt, pointing to the mattress. Her voice was flat. "Something's missing."

Mo Lian looked down, his handsome face filled with confusion. Then, as he met his little wife's serious expression, a sudden realization flashed through him.

"O-our son?"

He remembered that before going to sleep, he had just served the little ancestor after he had relieved himself, washed him clean, and then his wife had taken him. Crown Prince Mo quickly got up, flipping covers and pillows for a long time, but there was no sign of their son on the large, ornate bed.

A cold sweat broke out on him. He quickly turned to look at his wife. "O-our son, he?"

The little stoic, without a word, drew her hand back and delivered a punch to his head. "You don't even know our son is gone! No wonder my mother kept emphasizing that you men are completely unreliable, and that I, as the mother, have to worry about everything!"

Crown Prince Mo stared blankly at his suddenly angry wife, his heart pounding.

"Wife," he called out weakly.

The little stoic snapped, "What good are you?! Do you admit your mistake?"

"M-mistake, made a mistake!" Mo Lian nodded his large head repeatedly, looking extremely apologetic. He carefully asked, "W-where did our son go?"

"Hmph! Relying on you to watch our son, he could have been taken away a hundred years ago and you wouldn't even know!"

Crown Prince Mo looked at his wife, feeling terribly wronged.

"Come with me!" The little stoic put on her robe and got out of bed, put on her shoes, and casually wrapped a cloak around herself.

Mo Lian looked bewildered, following his little wife out of the main hall. The moonlight was strong now, with twinkling stars in the pitch-black night sky. A slightly cold wind blew.

Mo Lian instinctively took Qiao Mu's hand and pulled her into his embrace.