Just as Yun Chuan was comfortably held in the arms of the Female Pope, enjoying her gentle, maternal breastfeeding, and was about to doze off…
On the other side, his twin brother, Tang San, was having a completely different experience!
A small village, Saint Spirit Village.
Inside the only blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith shop was dirty, filled with the smell of smoke and rust all day long, and the annoying sound of hammering.
In the back room, on a relatively clean bed.
A baby still in swaddling clothes suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and agile, and he didn't look like an ordinary baby at all. Instead, he had the eyes of an adult.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!…"
Listening to the sound of hammering coming from outside, and feeling his stomach start to growl, Tang San had no choice but to open his mouth and howl, "Wah! Wah! ! !"
Unlike the gifted Yun Chuan, he was only three months old, unable to crawl, his vocal cords not fully developed, let alone speak.
"Clang…"
The sound of hammering outside stopped abruptly.
After a while.
The door was opened.
A decadent middle-aged man, covered in sweat and looking about thirty or forty years old, walked in, holding a small bowl of yellowish-white liquid in his rough hands. Judging from the faint milky aroma, it should be some kind of animal milk.
Seeing the decadent middle-aged man come in, the baby Tang San stopped crying at the right time, opened his eyes wide, and stared at the small bowl in his hand. To him, who was extremely hungry at the moment, that small bowl of milk was the source of life!
Tang Hao, holding a bowl of warmed-up goat milk left over from last night, slowly walked to the bed, picked up the baby, and leaned him in his arms. An odor of not having bathed for many days, mixed with the sour smell of sweat and urine, and the smell of smoke and rust, enveloped Tang San!
Blech~
If Yun Chuan, who was currently enjoying the Female Pope's tender embrace, came here, he would probably be disgusted to the point of vomiting! But Tang San was already used to this smell. Although he felt uncomfortable at first, he slowly got used to it.
After all, this was his own father, and he still had to rely on him to live. There was no choice but to endure it.
Tang Hao held the small bowl in one hand, and a spoon in the other. Little Tang San leaned in his arms, staring eagerly at the goat milk on the spoon…
Feeding the child in his arms spoonful after spoonful, Tang Hao's expression did not change at all throughout the process, decadent and downcast. Even feeding the child was just a task. There was no paternal love at all. From the moment his wife sacrificed her life, his heart had already died.
Tang San took small sips of the goat milk, and his empty stomach gradually became warm. Frankly speaking, this small bowl of overnight goat milk didn't taste good at all. Not to mention the goat smell itself, it also had a subtle sour taste because it had been left overnight.
But there was no choice, he would have to go hungry if he didn't eat. In addition, he had been raised on this kind of goat milk since he was born. After getting used to it, it was okay.
If Yun Chuan could see the treatment his twin brother Tang San received from childhood at this time, he would definitely be very grateful that Spirit Hall had snatched him away.
What Great People!
Those who snatched him away were not harming him, they were simply saving him from suffering!
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Spirit Hall.
Since awakening Bibi Dong's maternal instincts with a vague "Mommy", Yun Chuan's already comfortable days had become even more pleasant.
Next, he moved out of the small nursery where he had lived for more than three months and into Bibi Dong's boudoir, sleeping in the same bed with the Female Pope and personally enjoying the Female Pope's personal care. As for the nanny who originally took care of him, she was dismissed. Obviously, the Female Pope planned to complete the task of nurturing him herself. In this way, she could vent her full of maternal love, and also alleviate the problem of breast engorgement that had plagued her for many years.
Every day, after completing the Supreme Pontiff's necessary social engagements and official duties, Bibi Dong spent all of her remaining time on Yun Chuan. She really completely treated him as her own child to raise.
Yun Chuan also acted spoiled as much as possible, trying to please the woman who would be his protector in Spirit Hall next. He used all his skills to play the role of a likable child.
Just like that.
A month had passed.
Yun Chuan was four months old.
Now he could barely stand, walk unsteadily, and his speech had become clearer, especially when he called out "Mommy", it could simply sweeten Bibi Dong's heart!
Of course, he still couldn't speak complete sentences. After all, Yun Chuan didn't want to arouse suspicion from others. A four-month-old baby being able to barely say some words could be considered a gift. But if he could communicate like a normal person, it would be too abnormal. It would simply be telling others that there was something wrong with this baby.
So all along, Yun Chuan had maintained a level that was relatively talented, but not too exaggerated. He was just afraid of appearing too monstrous and suffering persecution from villains.
This day.
After feeding him milk, Bibi Dong went out to handle government affairs as usual, leaving Yun Chuan alone in the room to play. Many pieces of furniture that could potentially hurt the child had already been removed, and replaced with a pile of toys.
After Yun Chuan turned into a baby, it seemed that his body had affected his mind, so when he was bored and fiddling with these toys, he actually found it quite interesting, and behaved no differently from an ordinary child. It could only be said that his portrayal of a child had penetrated deep into his bones and become a habit.
"Click!"
The door was gently opened.
Yun Chuan, who was sitting on a blanket spread on the ground, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube-like toy, thought that Bibi Dong had returned. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and a "Mommy" was about to blurt out. But suddenly, it got stuck in his throat and could no longer be uttered.
Only to see that after the door was opened, it was not Bibi Dong's mature and delicate figure that appeared at the door, but a small, tender figure.
This was a little girl of about ten years old.
A head of golden hair seemed to be shining, and the golden eyes were also watery. The charming facial features were exquisite and peerless, as if it was the most perfect masterpiece of God. In addition, the petite figure paired with a white dress was simply the most perfect loli!
It was just that at this time, this golden-haired loli was staring with a pair of beautiful big eyes, looking at the little baby sitting on the carpet with a Rubik's Cube toy in his hand with full of hostility. It was as if the other party had snatched her beloved toy. The white and tender little face gradually bulged, staring at him angrily!
"Qian Renxue!"
Seeing the characteristics of this golden-haired loli, Yun Chuan instantly knew her identity. After all, with this kind of appearance characteristics, plus being able to push open the Supreme Pontiff's boudoir without any scruples, obviously no one else but the Supreme Pontiff's own daughter had the guts to do so.