In the face of her young yet sensible daughter, Jing Jia couldn't refuse.
She nodded gently, her smile tender: "Okay."
In the Ruizhu Palace, on that wide bed, Jing Jia lay on the outer side, gently patting the child's body.
She hummed a melodious and calming tune, and Bai Zhi'er was drowsy.
"Mother, don't worry," the little one mumbled before falling asleep, "Zhi'er will protect father well, and brothers, too. If we meet the Demon Lord, I'll restrain him."
"Mother should go beat those bad guys, protect the homes of everyone in the world, so they can always be together."
The little one snuggled closer into his mother's arms, full of attachment and dependence.
Yet the words spoken were: "Baby will be good, and won't disturb mother~"
Soon, Bai Zhi'er drifted into the land of dreams on her own.
As Jing Jia listened, her beautiful eyes were full of reluctance.
Although Bai Zhi'er inherited most of her immortal power, the little one is still just a child.
