Chapter 387: Parent’s Beloved Son

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Because there were no big events in Sanzhou Town,

There were only four tables, and the people invited were everyone who had been working hard with Heng Yi these days.

And their families too.

When the auspicious time arrived, Han Qiao asked Ah-Yao to take one of the items.

Ah-Yao walked over. He didn’t look at the abacus, the scale, the scissors, the silver, or the pen. He walked directly to Heng Yi’s side, “Father, sword! Father, sword!”

Heng Yi didn’t usually let Ah-Yao play with his sword.

Heng Yi thought for a moment and took out a dagger.

Han Qiao had bought it for him in his early years.

Ah-Yao pushed it away. He didn’t want it.

Instead, he reached into his arms and fished out a purse.

Needless to say, everyone knew what was in the purse.

“Father, this!” Yao waved at Heng Yi.

Heng Yi paused for a moment, then asked Bai Cha to bring him the sword.

It was the first time that Ah-Yao touched this sword that had killed many mountain bandits. No fear was present in the child’s heart. After touching it gently, he giggled.

“Congratulations, Marquis! Congratulations, Marquis! You have a successor!”

Ah-Yao wanted to open the purse.

He looked at his mother, and Han Qiao shook her head at him. He immediately hid the purse.

“Yao, what are you holding? Can you show us?” Someone teased him.

“No!” Ah-Yao covered it even more tightly.

He knew that he could get anything at home, but not this token and his father’s sword. He knew that these two things must be very important.

As for how important it was, he did not know.

However, he couldn’t let others see these important items.

Madam Shu and the others praised again.

Han Qiao smiled.

Today, she would not be modest, nor would she deny Ah-Yao’s cleverness.

Han Qiao and Heng Yi sat on the main seat, while Ah-Yao knelt on the futon.

Heng Yi wanted to say a few words of encouragement.

He had memorized it many times for this event this morning, but when he looked at the fair and tender face kneeling in front of him, and the child’s pair of big black eyes that were full of smiles…

This boy was a little tsundere, obedient, sensible, strong, smart, and cute.

The words couldn’t even leave his throat.

In the end, he gave a solemn blessing. “May my son, Heng Yao, live a peaceful and happy life. May he live a long and healthy life.”

Parents loved their children, which was why they made plans that were far-reaching.

Ah-Yao looked at Han Qiao, “Mother.”

After Han Qiao’s blessings, he could get up.

Han Qiao smiled and pinched his face, “Mother’s hopes are the same as your Father’s. I hope that you will be safe, happy, and live a long life.”

“Thank you, Father! Thank you, Mother!” While speaking, Ah-Yao stood up with a smile and crawled into Heng Yi’s arms.

Heng Yi held him in his arms.

This was the child that his beloved wife had given birth to. He doted on him and doted on her, and he felt that it was right.

If he really cared about fairness and abandoned his own child for the sake of a false reputation, he was not worthy of being a human.

Han Qiao invited everyone to sit in the small hall and have some tea and snacks.

Heng Yi brought over a few watermelons from outside, cut them open, and brought them to the table.

Watermelons were expensive and difficult to buy.

Sometimes, it was not something that could be bought with money.

Some people had never eaten it before or even heard of it.

“This melon is not bad.”

Han Qiao invited everyone to taste the melons.

She was very polite to all the madams and wives.

Currently, she was the highest-ranking woman in Sanzhou Town, and these madams were all Heng Yi’s subordinates’ families, as well as those who planned to do business here.

They were even more courteous to her.

“Marchioness, this melon is very fresh and sweet. This is the first time I’ve eaten something so delicious.”

Some people said it was their first time eating this fruit, and a few others also said this was their first time eating a watermelon so sweet.

“Pick out the seeds inside and dry them to see if they bear fruit next year.”

When the madams heard this, they used a thin stick to slowly pick them up and put them on the plate.

Even though they wanted to bring it home, they held back.

“I’ll harvest them first. I’ll send everyone seedlings next year.”

These watermelons were big, and their flesh was red and sweet. They were ripe watermelons.

Someone carried the watermelon seeds down, washed them, dried them, and preserved them.

The children’s laughter became the melody that accompanied their meal.

The madams praised Ah-Yao for his intelligence.

“Don’t praise him, Madams. Luckily, he doesn’t have followers. If he did, he would probably be more arrogant if you praised him too much.” Han Qiao joked and laughed.

The madams and wives also laughed.

Qin Song’s wife felt uneasy.

Because Han Qiao did not look at her from the beginning to the end, nor did she show her any kindness…