Yaoyao got closer and pressed her little face to Lin Qingyuan's tummy. It looked like she was listening to it professionally even though no one could tell what she heard. Her bright, black eyes suddenly lit up as she said, "It must be a little brother in there."
Lin Qingyuan, "…"
Long Xuan stifled a laugh and crouched in front of Yaoyao. "It's not a little brother."
Yaoyao looked curiously at her cousin. "Then what is it?"
"It's your nephew. You're going to be his aunt," Long Xuan said seriously.
Yaoyao gave him a puzzled look. "What's a nephew?"
"A nephew is…"
Lin Qingyuan watched as they discussed the issue of seniority and found herself feeling exasperated.
She had not even given birth yet, so why were they sure it was going to be a boy?
…
Winters passed and Springs arrived. When Ji'er was eight, there was a riot in Southern Xinjiang. Long Yang sent Chu Qi over there to quell the riot.
