"A bedtime story, huh." Lian Hua tugged at his hand, looking up at him, "When I was little, to coax me to sleep, my father would tell me stories, like the Little Tree Demon story. Since Your Majesty is busy, after the baby is born, how about I tell him the stories?"
"In that case..." The Emperor's gaze returned to the paper, swiftly weighing his options, his expression unchanging, "Nannan is considerate. However, as the months progress, I do not want you to tire yourself with writing. Why don't I have someone write similar stories? After the Imperial Son is born, you could read these stories to him. It would be fun for you to read and help put the Imperial Son to sleep. What do you think?"
Lian Hua thought it over; His Majesty made a good point. However, "I would also like to write some for him myself. I am his Imperial Consort Mother. Others' writings are ultimately not my own. I feel it's not quite the same..."
