I'm Qiuqiu, the great prince of the Night King's Mansion. Qiuqiu is a nickname, and he didn't take a big name because his mother was still resting.

For as long as I can remember, it was my father, the four guards of the Night King, and the housekeeper grandfather who took care of the three of us brothers and sisters to grow up.

Although my father rarely personally instructed us in our studies and martial arts, he gave us a schedule sheet, a planner, and a task book, which filled our daily schedule without a trace of slackness.

Father's mantra is, whoever calls you the sons of Chu Hanye, the men of the Chu family should protect the women of the Chu family and work hard.

No matter how busy you are every day, whether it is going to your grandfather's prime minister's mansion, or to the emperor's uncle's palace or other places, there is one thing that must be done every day.

That is to go to a beautiful woman who has been lying in bed and sleeping, say hello, chat with her, report her studies, problems, and some interesting things.

Although she never spoke and never opened her eyes, the three of us brothers and sisters all knew that she was our mother, the ninth miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Di Qingsu.

A legend praised by the people of the Dragon Seal Empire, a daughter who has done many things that are not inferior to men.

Father is a legend, he is a famous generation of war gods, the pillar of the Dragon Seal Empire. Not only the Night King's Mansion, but also the entire Dragon Seal Empire is telling the story of him and his mother.

The story of a hero who is sad about the beauty level, and the story of a hero who turns into a finger twister. This story touches many people and touches our young hearts.

Once, we all pestered Uncle Kong to tell the story of his mother, the touching emotional stories she had told, and the women who dared to love and hate.

Especially her sister Beibei, who was infatuated, vowed at a young age that she would find a man like her father and mother to spoil herself.

My father was very busy every day, he talked with his mother every day, chatted, ate, basked in the sun in the garden, played the piano, and traveled with his mother in a glass carriage.

The father is waking up the mother with every little bit of the day, calling the mother with his deep love.

On several occasions in the garden, all three of us secretly saw our father holding my mother in silent tears, praying for mercy and hope that my mother would wake up.

He had been waiting, waiting for his mother to open her eyes. He even set a five-year term for his mother, and after five years, if she didn't wake up, he would sleep with her.

Although the three of us brothers and sisters are reluctant, we will not blame our father for his actions. Our childhood exposure has made us understand the relationship between them that lives and dies.

I envy the ordinary and ordinary love between them, because a vigorous love is easy, and what is rare is the persistence and loyalty in the ordinary and ordinary.

In order to save my father and to give birth to our three children safely, my mother sacrificed herself and slept without regrets. Because there was always a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth.

That's her relief knowing that we'll all be safe.

We are coming into this world with a lot of hope and love, and we are happy. At least our arrival is what Mother has always been looking forward to.

Uncle Dark Soul said that he would never forget the song his mother played when she broke into the ancient tomb of the Emperor Mausoleum with a big belly that was about to give birth. The fiery red that bloomed in that moment, the flowers all had the blood of their mothers, and they were moved by love and bloomed.

made everyone present at the time feel that as long as it was what Di Qingsu wanted to do, there was nothing she couldn't do.

The flower of death also bloomed for her.

Everyone is firmly believing that their mother will be able to wake up.