If you want to survive after transmigrating, become the male protagonist's new mother.

The Duke's Mansion, Pei Yuening's room.

Even if no one cares about my tears... sigh, oh...

Gao Gao: "A rose in the palm of my hand~"

Pei Yuening: "Stabbed without realizing it."

You deserve to be loved~

You know what I'm expecting~

Egg lay face down on the desk, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

It now only regrets that it doesn't have hands and can't clench its fists.

Ye Jiyun took Snowball to feed it; otherwise, it wouldn't be suffering alone here.

"After splendor comes withering, through several cycles of waxing and waning."

"With you/I am here."

Egg couldn't take it anymore.

"Can you two please be quiet for a second!"

Pei Yuening paused, her hand holding the quill pen Luo Ren had given her as a microphone. "Oh, you have quite the taste, requesting three songs at once."

Egg: "..."

It sighed, "Master, you haven't written a single word since you finished dinner, have you?"

Pei Yuening's smile vanished.

"..." He couldn't help but argue, "I'm still working on it, aren't I?!"

Egg bluntly exposed: "You've been brewing this for two hours."

"Writing requires inspiration."

"You were just howling like a banshee."

That was my inspiration.

Egg paused for a moment, then asked, "...Did you write it?"

Pei Yuening looked down at the clean white paper in front of her, the tip of the quill pen still hovering in mid-air, a drop of ink about to fall.

"...It'll be soon."

"How long is 'soon'?"

"soon."

"How fast is 'very fast'?"

"Can't you have a little more patience?"

Egg: "No way! You've been arguing all this time and haven't written a single word. I'm getting really anxious for you!"

Pei Yuening: "Beibeibeibei."

Egg: "..."

"Alright, alright! I'll write!" Pei Yuening shook her hand and obediently gripped the pen.

He dipped his brush in ink again and then dropped it.

"An analysis of the impact of the grinding precision of *Heliotropium indicum* on the finished product during the preparation of primary healing remedies..."

Pei Yuening couldn't come up with anything more after writing just one line of the title.

He thought for two seconds, then turned to one side: "Eggs."

"Where don't you know how?"

"Why don't you think there are penguins in the Arctic?"

Egg: "..."

Even Gao Gao couldn't stand it anymore this time: "...Master, are you going to write it or not?"

"Ugh, I'll write! I'll write!" Pei Yuening pouted and reluctantly picked up her pen.

Then I sang as I wrote.

……

On the other side, the Duke of Luo's mansion.

Luo Ren sat in his study. The official documents on his desk had been reviewed and were neatly stacked on his right.

Next to it was the food box that Gao Gao had delivered that evening, containing some egg tart shell crumbs.

The study is now quiet, and only one lamp is left on.

Therefore, in this environment, the connection of mental energy becomes particularly clear.

Because there weren't many attachments, his field of vision was limited, and he could only see Pei Yuening's desk.

Occasionally, his big face will also appear.

But the sound was clear and complete.

Pei Yuening sang and danced at home, sometimes happy and sometimes panicked.

The tune fluctuated, sometimes soaring and sometimes mournful, interspersed with some incomprehensible trills and shouts.

There was also the agreement of the flower fairies, and the sarcastic remarks of Pei Yuening's new familiar.

Luo Ren listened to Pei Yuening howl for just as long.

Even when they're not singing, they keep chattering away.

Luo Ren believed he had a certain appreciation for music, otherwise he wouldn't have kept an entire orchestra at home.

However, Pei Yuening's singing voice.

"..."

Actually, it wasn't that it sounded bad; he even felt that Pei Yuening was doing it on purpose.

The reason they sang like that was probably just to vent the pain of doing homework at night.

Luo Ren gave a helpless, slight smile.

"It's the middle of the night, disturbing the peace."

He lowered his eyes, put the documents in the drawer, turned off the light, and then turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Pei Yuening finally finished writing the report.

But the process was extremely brutal.

He wrote: During the grinding process, uneven force was applied due to muscle fatigue in the operator's hands, resulting in some cell walls not being effectively destroyed.

This sounds a little more human.

Although it is essentially still an academically embellished version of "shaky hands".

At least it looks like it.

Ye Jiyun visited once along the way.

Ye Jiyun probably thought he was wailing so loudly that he was worried something was wrong, so he came up to check on him.

He also brought snowballs with him.

Pei Yuening held Snowball the whole time during the second half of the book. When he got tired of writing, he would bury his head in his breath and inhale its soft mane, or shout a few words at the top of his lungs.

This process is repeated continuously, with no two dishes being the same.

Singing is one thing, but Snowball is still a baby, and his aesthetic sense hasn't fully developed yet.

After Pei Yuening sang a verse, it looked at him with sparkling eyes and said, "Brother Ge...that's beautiful!"

He became more and more confident as he praised Pei Yuening, and his voice grew louder and louder.

Finally, after much suffering for Gao Gao and Dan Dan's ears, he managed to finish the entire report.

However, it appears there were only two listeners.

There are actually three.

Luo Ren lay on the bed with his eyes closed, listening to the entire story from beginning to end without missing a single word.

And I watched as Pei Yuening wrote a bunch of nonsensical reports.

His ears and eyes were being subjected to double stimulation, and he was so tormented that he could hardly sleep.

It appears to be three, but there are actually four.

For example, Ye Jiyun, who was standing motionless in the garden downstairs, holding a teacup.

Pei Yuening forgot to close the window while singing, and her penetrating voice drifted down with the night wind, precisely reaching Ye Jiyun's ears.

"..."

He didn't know what to say, nor did he know what was wrong with Pei Yuening.

But as long as he's happy.

And Aurora.

It was about to step into the Duke's mansion, but after hearing the first "sing a folk song," it gracefully turned around and headed towards the palace.

His steps were measured, but he never looked back.

That very night, it ousted Philo and took over the large bed in the royal palace's animal garden.

According to the guards, he looked very peaceful.

In short.

When Pei Yuening wrote the last word, he felt as if his soul had floated up to the ceiling.

He carried the sleeping Snowball and walked towards the bed almost like a zombie.

He kicked off his shoes, lay on his back, and fell fast asleep.

The entire ducal mansion fell silent.

On Luo Ren's side, the mental connection was severed because Pei Yuening threw away the pen.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.