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

The study was very quiet.

Luo Ren was sitting at the table wearing glasses, the dangling silver chain glowing warmly in the candlelight.

Several documents to be completed were spread out in front of him.

The one on top is Speaker Joshua's tearful letter.

The words were strong and dramatic, conveying the message that the empire's defenses were practically nonexistent, that the eldest son of the council was attacked in broad daylight, that all the guards were unconscious, and that the carriage overturned.

The text subtly questions the dereliction of duty by the Imperial Capital Guard, and even implicitly points to the Privy Council and the Knights.

Luo Ren glanced at it, picked up the seal on the table, and stamped it at the end.

I have read your message, but I will not reply.

Then, he turned to the next one.

But before he could even take a second look, the window was kicked open.

"Gaia!!!"

A clear, resonant voice, brimming with professional skill, broke the silence of the study.

Immediately afterwards, a food box tumbled three times in mid-air, tracing a perfect parabola, and landed precisely in the center of the desk.

Not a single document was knocked over, and not even a drop of tea was spilled from the cup next to him.

Gao Gao finished her pose, gently landing on the lid of the food box, and crossed her legs.

"Oi!"

"Hmm," Luo Ren said without looking up, already used to it, "If you're hungry, eat first."

"Okay!"

Gao Gao didn't stand on ceremony. She was already holding a small bowl and started slurping up the porridge, looking very satisfied.

The aroma of rice porridge and the appetizing sourness of vinegar filled the air, but Luo Ren remained focused on his work.

Only after he finished reviewing the official document and put down his pen did he look up at the food box on his desk.

Tonight's dinner is a bowl of steaming hot porridge, accompanied by a plate of cold shrimp salad and a plate of shredded potatoes.

Luo Ren smiled.

Gao Gao noticed his movement, tilted her head to look, and put the small bowl in her hand aside.

She flew to Luo Ren's side, stretched out her two little paws, and gently grasped his bandaged right hand.

The next second, a pale green light slowly appeared under the little hand.

The bandages seemed to be pulled by something invisible, automatically unwrapping layer by layer, revealing the slightly bluish knuckles and several scrapes underneath.

Gao Gao closed her eyes, clasped her hands together on her chest, and began to chant.

The light flowed slowly, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bruising gradually subsided, and the broken skin became smooth again, without leaving a trace.

Luo Ren tried moving his fingers, and the strange, slight stinging sensation had disappeared.

Gao Gao had put away her magic and picked up her little bowl again to slurp up her porridge: "Okay, time to eat."

Luo Ren lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before finally asking, "...He knows?"

"Yes," Gao Gao waved her hand, "After we got back, my brother told our master about Joshua being beaten up."

Did he say anything?

"Uh, let me think, what did he say again..."

Gao Gao pondered for a moment, then threw down her chopsticks and stretched out her little hand: "I, Joshua, who created the code, am going to slap you to pieces, then send you on a rocket into space to detonate your ashes and make you cosplay as the eldest sister of Joan Johnson. Your skin is as thick as a cipher wall, and you still dare to use your skin to touch my husband's hand. You're finished, I'm telling you, just wait and see. Get ready to be possessed by the female lead in 'The Ring' tonight. This is really a ghost, little brother."

"........."

Luo Ren was stunned.

His eye twitched, and a rare crack appeared on his usually impassive, icy face.

"...Was that his exact quote?"

"No, this is the version I translated myself based on his consciousness." Gao Gao said with a smile, "He said you were acting so serious in the carriage, but then he turned around and beat you up."

"I also told you to cover your face before you do it next time, so you won't be recognized, and not to do it yourself, because it will hurt him."

Luo Ren remained silent for a while.

"……good."

Perhaps because of Gao Gao's diverse vocabulary, Luo Ren didn't have any invincible frames while eating this time.

He ate the white porridge spoonful by spoonful, occasionally picking up a shrimp or shredded potato with his chopsticks.

"How is it?" Gao Gao asked.

"It tastes great," Luo Ren said. "A very unique combination."

"Hehe, Master's eating habits are quite varied."

"Um."

Luo Ren held the spoon very naturally, forgetting about the bandages.

Gao Gao let out a burp, then stretched and said, "I'm leaving now. You can eat slowly. Master is worried about your hands and is waiting for me to come back and report."

Luo Ren smiled gently: "Okay."

Gao Gao kicked off and flew out, and very politely and courteously closed the window behind her.

The study fell silent again.

As dusk settled outside the window, Luo Ren finished eating and put the bowl back in the food box.

A moment later, the butler knocked on the door: "Your Grace, Duke."

"Um."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

The housekeeper came in, and Luo Ren had already resumed his work.

He took the food box from the table, bowed, and left.

On the other side, at the Speaker of Parliament's residence.

Joshua lay on the bed, the blankets kicked up in disarray, the pillow askew to one side, his whole body contorted in a twisted position in the middle of the bed, weakly moaning.

"Ouch... Ouch..."

His door was tightly closed, but a group of people were standing in the corridor outside.

The Speaker of Parliament was dressed in casual clothes, with a doctor carrying a medicine box beside him, and two guards standing behind them.

Everyone's expression was remarkably identical.

Who am I? Where am I?

The council speaker frowned: "Are you sure his injuries have been healed?"

The magician was on the verge of tears: "My lord... is everything really alright?"

"Although the injury is severe, I have already used the Silver Staff Council's best potion on the young master. In theory, he should be able to get out of bed and walk around now..."

Speaker of the Council: "Then why does he still look so pained?"

The magician's lips moved slightly: "...He may have suffered a mental shock and needs to rest."

Help! How could he possibly know what was wrong with this young man?!

The speaker of the council sighed, and ultimately did not pursue the matter further, simply waving his hand: "...You can go back now, I'll call you if I need anything."

The magician, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly left the corridor carrying his medicine chest.

The council speaker stood outside the door, listening to the intermittent wails inside. He took a deep breath, turned around, and ordered, "You will take turns watching over him at night. If the young master has any needs, please meet them immediately."

The servants responded in unison, "Yes."

The speaker of parliament turned and left, his footsteps gradually fading at the end of the corridor.

The night deepened little by little.

Joshua was still curled up in bed, his voice already hoarse from howling, but he refused to stop.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling, muttering something indistinctly.

"I, Joshua... will one day... defy fate... and rise from humble beginnings..."

"...Lin Huaijin...you just wait..."

"...Pei Yuening...you...you just wait..."

The sentences are fragmented and illogical.

He didn't even know what he was saying; he just couldn't stop talking.

Because if he stops, he will recall the scene of going down today.

The servants outside the door looked at each other, not daring to say or do anything.

However, the howling suddenly stopped the next second.

Joshua's voice trailed off, then everything went black, his mouth twisted, and he rolled his eyes and fell asleep.

The snoring started immediately, even and steady.

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

Then everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Finally asleep."

One of the corridor lights dimmed, and the servants, leaning against the wall, quietly yawned.

But they were still quite dutiful; occasionally, when they were awake, they would press their ear against the door to listen to what was happening inside.

The snoring never stopped, only occasionally interspersed with a few strange noises.

"Um."

"Um?"

"oh."

"what!"

"Ouch!"

Something like this.

The servants assumed he was dreaming and didn't think much of it.