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"Let me see,"
With those simple three words, I handed the child over to him.
It was strange; the little one who had been crying incessantly in my arms immediately stopped as soon as he was in Mu Xuanche's hands.
Two bright, grape-like black eyes rolled around, glancing at me one moment and at his father the next.
This prompted Bai Qiling, who was standing nearby, to complain in frustration, "Hmph, this little one is just a bully. As soon as he sees his dad, he instantly pretends to be good. What will happen when he grows up?"
"What if he does?"
Mu Xuanche's domineering response left Bai Qiling speechless, and she fell silent.
"You three as a family, I admit defeat. I’ll just step outside."
Seeing her storm out in a huff made me smile quietly; Bai Qiling really was just like a child.
Although she was highly skilled in medicine, she was quite eccentric and always felt a bit distant when interacting with her.
However, despite having seen me so many times, she had never mentioned Mingyue. Not long ago, she had been so attached to Mingyue.
Curious, I tried to ask Mu Xuanche about it, but he told me not to concern myself with Mingyue's matters.
"If I don't care, then I won't. I'll just take good care of Chang'an,"
I replied stubbornly, thinking about Chang'an even in my dreams.
The flesh that falls from the heart cannot help but ache.
As I played with Mu Xuanche's hand, I noticed that the child's eyes sparkled brighter than those of other kids, and he was growing quickly.
The strength with which he gripped my fingers was surprisingly strong, enough to make me wince slightly.
"Mu Xuanche, am I just too sensitive to pain, or does this little guy have too much strength? It feels like he's squeezing my fingers particularly hard."
He focused all his attention on the child, displaying a tender fatherly demeanor. I couldn't tell how long he had practiced these gestures.
"In a few months, this child will be able to break your fingers," he said.
Break my fingers? That seemed exaggerated; I couldn't believe Mu Xuanche. It was almost impossible.
Chang'an was still not even a month old. How could a baby just a few months old have that kind of strength?
"If you don't believe it, just wait and see," he replied.
I carefully observed his face and found no hint of jest, which made me uneasy.
"Are you hiding something from me? Is it about Chang'an?"
"I have never hidden anything from you. I have placed half of my Primordial Spirit within your bloodline to protect Chang'an, making him different from other children. This child is destined for greatness."
His words filled me with concern. When I gave birth to Chang'an, all I hoped for was a simple and peaceful life for him.
Seeing my furrowed brow, he gently placed his hand between my eyebrows, smoothing them out as he whispered, "Don't worry; I won't let anything happen to our child."
Chang'an's father was never an ordinary man, and no one would believe this bizarre story. From the moment he was born in Chang'an, his extraordinary fate was sealed.
He had his own path, and worrying about it was futile.
Mu Xuanche returned Chang'an to my arms. "You take good care of Chang'an for a while. I need to step out and discuss some matters with Bai Qiling. We have to be quick; we need to leave soon, or it won't be good for Chang'an."
I understood his concern, especially with so many eyes watching us.
Though I was reluctant to part with Chang'an, I knew that Mu Xuanche's plans were for the best.
I nodded in agreement, holding Chang'an close as I gazed at him quietly.
The child's features were still vivid in my mind, but I feared forgetting them. I wanted to look at him for just a few more seconds.
Those moments passed all too quickly. Before I knew it, Mu Xuanche had pushed the door open and entered.
"We should go."
Reluctantly, I handed Chang'an over to Bai Qiling, repeatedly urging, "Please take good care of Chang'an."
Surprisingly, he didn't argue back and solemnly agreed.
As Mu Xuanche pulled me away from that place, I turned back three times. Sitting in the carriage, my eyes still red, I asked Mu Xuanche,
"When can we come back to see Chang'an?"
"As long as you continue to behave well, we'll be able to return soon."
Even though I knew he was just trying to cheer me up, I still nodded happily. "Yes, I promise I'll behave."
When we returned to the hotel, I was surprised to find He Zhi Yong already back.
"Uncle He, how come you're out of the hospital? Are you okay?"
"My dear girl, what could possibly be wrong with me? With this sturdy body of mine, nothing can happen," he replied, looking at me as if I were beneath him, which only made me feel awkward.
"I'm glad to hear that, but you didn't have to rush out. You should rest more in the hospital and make sure you're really okay," I said.
"Didn't Island Master tell you about tonight's operation?"
I was taken aback. Seeing my expression, he quickly added, "I'll take my leave now; you two can discuss it slowly."
After he left, I turned to find Mu Xuanche.
"What exactly is going on?"
I thought I had put on a cool demeanor to intimidate him, but he casually responded.
"Weren't you just with Chang'an? I didn't have time to tell you about tonight's plan then. It's fine to tell you now; we still have time. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Alright, I admit his excuse was unbeatable. Since Chang'an was indeed important to me, I reluctantly forgave him.
After hearing his plans for the night, we each went our separate ways. I returned to my room to find Mingyue.
"Yan Xi, where have you been? I was almost asleep," she said.
"Go ahead and sleep. You can only manage about an hour," I replied with a smile.
She looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that we need to gather in the lobby in an hour for a night visit to the Cultural Heritage Bureau."
"The Cultural Heritage Bureau at night? Are you crazy? Who works there at this hour?"
I shrugged at her bewilderment. I was just as stunned when I first heard the news.
"Don't ask me; I don't know either. It was arranged by the Island Master."
Upon hearing that it was the Island Master who had arranged it, she fell silent. After all, the Island Master was almost a mythical figure among our group, always playing by his own rules.
At seven o'clock, several of us gathered in the lobby, but the Island Master still hadn't shown up.
Of course, he wouldn't be the one to make an appearance.
Since Wang Kun hadn't been notified, we took the vehicle arranged by the Island Master to the Cultural Heritage Bureau.
I had initially thought that this government office would be empty by now, but...
To my surprise, when we arrived here at eight o'clock, the place was still brightly lit.
Since we were here, we had to walk in boldly.
Unlike last time, there were only three of us this time.
"Wow, the people at the Cultural Heritage Bureau are really dedicated. At this hour, there are still so many people working inside, and they all look busy. Is it that even government jobs are no longer leisurely and require overtime now?"
Mingyue sighed quietly from the side, and I was equally astonished by the scene before me.
However, I couldn't shake off a sense of unease; for some reason, these people seemed off to me.
A few staff members walked past me, and I smiled gently at them, but they didn't even glance my way.
I quietly approached He Zhi Yong. "Uncle He, do you feel that something is off? I can't shake the feeling that these people are strange."
"Yes, I can sense it too. Daughter, did you notice that there's not a glimmer of light in their eyes? They look like zombies," he replied.
After hearing He Zhi Yong's words, I paid closer attention.
Indeed, their eyes resembled those of dead fish—dull and lifeless, lacking any sparkle.
"What’s going on?" I asked softly.
"I haven't seen anything like it before, but I know something is wrong. The Island Master sent us to investigate the Cultural Heritage Bureau, and it seems there really is an issue. Let's head upstairs first," he said.
Last time we came here, He Zhi Yong had made quite an impression at the Cultural Heritage Bureau, so this time he led the way again.
The person upstairs was even more awkward than the one downstairs.
I tried to greet the person next to me, "Hello, is Director Jia here?"
That person didn’t even lift their head, completely engrossed in the information on their computer screen.
It wasn’t a cold demeanor; rather, their eyes hadn’t moved at all from the beginning. The only thing that moved was their hand, mechanically scrolling the mouse wheel up and down, making it dizzying to watch.
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