Even though she was pregnant, Feng Qingxue didn't feel particularly fragile or weak, and she mostly took care of Xibao herself, feeding and cleaning him, not letting Lu Jiang bring him to the base to bother people. Lu Jiang didn't come home every day, only caring for Xibao when he was home. It was the commander, Ye Zhengjun, who occasionally sent a guard to pick up Xibao. She readily agreed, since it wasn't an everyday occurrence. Whenever the little one came back from these outings, he'd be clamoring about riding horses or seeing sheep and guns.
Either from sheer excitement or tiredness – Little Fatty would fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed, without Feng Qingxue having to fuss over him.
If he stayed indoors all day without going out, his energy had nowhere to vent, and he would frolic and make mischief on the bed late into the night, not falling into a drowsy sleep until ten or eleven.
So, given the chance, Feng Qingxue would take him out to play.
