Listening to his words, An Jiuyue raised her hand and rubbed her forehead.
Why was she bothering to argue with someone who was about to die anyway? There was no need for so much talk—just drag him out and be done with it.
"Qian Jiyun, hand Nuonuo to me. Drag him out and hang him on the city wall." She looked at her husband and stretched out her hand to him.
The little baby couldn't understand much, but he could definitely understand when his mother reached out to him for a hug. He immediately flailed his small body excitedly.
"Hug, hug."
Qian Jiyun chuckled and handed the child over to An Jiuyue.
"Be careful, don't bump into your mother."
He gently patted the little baby's chubby bottom and reminded him softly.
"Hit Nuonuo, bad daddy!"
The little baby had already nestled into his mother's arms. One tiny hand covered his little bottom defensively, while the other reached out to smack his father's big hand.
