Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Before Wang Wan could speak, Mu An laughed first. He pointed to her slightly protruding belly, his tone gentle, with a hint of teasing.

"This little guy will definitely achieve great things in the future and will be a child you can be proud of."

With just a few words, Wang Wan's tense expression eased considerably. She lowered her head, gently touching her belly, her voice soft.

"Not necessarily. This little guy is quite a handful; he's kept me up at night for many nights."

Mu An smiled, which was considered an admission of Wang Wan's statement. He looked at Wang Wan and added a sentence.

"When this little guy grows up a bit, he can study with Xiao Ling'er. When he's even older, it's up to him to choose."

Wang Wan didn't notice that Mu An used "he" instead of "she" because of the similar pronunciation.

She only knew what Mu An's words meant.

Her unborn child will later have a high-ranking official as his teacher, which also means that the nearly severed ties between the two families can be rekindled through this unborn child.

Mu An was unaware of Wang Wan's complicated thoughts, and even less aware of whether he knew how to teach children. He simply blurted out the thought that had crossed his mind in that instant.

At his current level, what he seeks is to do whatever he wants without overstepping the bounds.

He pointed to the pastries on the table, amidst Wang Wan's excited gaze.

"These are pastries sent from Xizhou. They're hard to find in Qing'an County. You can take some with you when you go back."

Before Wang Wan could refuse, he added a sentence that any woman would find hard to refuse.

"Princess Yongning also likes to eat this, and these are the ones she gave me."

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"Da'an! Da'an! Aunt Wan, why don't you sit a little longer?"

Just after seeing Wang Wan off, Mu Ling'er, who had been squatting in the corner, suddenly rushed into Mu An's arms. Her little mouth was still busy eating, and she kept muttering in his ear.

Before Mu An could speak, Xiao He's voice, tinged with anger, rang out in the courtyard.

"How many times have I told you! Little Ling'er, you're not allowed to call Master that! Do you want another beating?"

The little one tightened his grip on Mu An's clothes, snuggled closer to him, and then poked his little head out to make a face at Xiao He, who was glaring at him.

"Grandma He is such a bully! It's clearly Da'an who forbids me from calling him 'Daddy,' that's why I call him that. Da'an himself didn't object!"

Mu An was stunned for more than ten seconds before she came to her senses and gently pinched Mu Ling'er's little face.

What bothered him wasn't the title "Da'an" or "Father," but rather that Xiao He had just called him "Master."

In his memory, Xiao He had always called him "Young Master," and this was the first time he had heard such a title, which made him instinctively feel a little awkward.

He was in a daze for a moment, then waved to Xiaohe.

"Let her shout it like that, it's my permission, there's no need to blame her for it."

Seeing that Mu An was backing her up, Mu Ling'er became even more arrogant. She stuck out her tongue and grinned at Xiao He.

Xiaohe, however, disagreed. She was surprisingly stubborn about some things.

"Sir, your status is now much higher than before. There is a proper order of seniority. How can you behave like this? If others hear this, they will laugh at us for being ill-mannered."

Mu An opened his mouth, wanting to say that he didn't care what others thought of them; he just wanted to know why Xiao He suddenly called him "Master." But the moment he noticed Mu Ling'er in his arms, he understood.

Yes, it's okay to call her that in private, but it's really inappropriate to do so in front of Mu Ling'er, who is growing up.

After all, Mu Ling'er is the youngest in the family right now. If the little guy were the young lady, wouldn't he be the master?

He pondered for a moment, then gently slapped away Mu Ling'er's small hand that was tugging at his collar, and nodded slightly to Xiao He.

"I was being inconsiderate. From now on, let the little one call me 'sir'."

The moment the words left her lips, the child in her arms stiffened, seemingly a little aggrieved, and her eyes reddened slightly. But after a short while, she smiled again, as if she had thought of something happy.

The child's sensible behavior naturally did not escape Mu An's notice; he saw it all but did not know what to say.

As an immortal being, he was truly unprepared to be a father.

Neither the black-haired sending off the black-haired nor the black-haired sending off the white-haired are scenes that are not pleasant to see.

After thinking for a while, he lowered his head slightly and whispered in Mu Ling'er's ear.

"Don't you like being shouted like that?"

"I don't like it." Mu Ling'er pouted, her lips curling up so much that an oil bottle could hang from them.

Mu An almost burst out laughing as she watched.

"Do you like being addressed as 'Master'?"

"I don't like it either."

Looking at the little one nestled in his arms, Mu An finally couldn't bring himself to say anything hurtful. He glanced at Xiao He, lowered his voice, and whispered to Mu Ling'er.

"As long as they don't hear you, you can still call out to Da'an."

Children are always easy to amuse; they are easily upset and easily happy. With just one sentence, Mu Ling'er visibly cheered up.

She gently shook Mu An's large hand, saying, "Da An is the best!"

Looking at Mu Ling'er's joyful face, Mu An also smiled.

Xiaohe stood there, frowning as she watched the two interacting, and finally just shook her head helplessly.

Even ordinary fathers dote on their daughters far more than Mu An does on Mu Ling'er, yet he doesn't let the child acknowledge that title. I wonder what the young master is thinking.

No matter how nicely you address someone as "Mr." or "Master," there's still a certain distance between you.

A teacher is like a father; the word "like" is ultimately the most important.

She didn't actually blame Mu Ling'er. How much could such a young child understand? She was just feeling uneasy.

But Mu was foolish, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She was just a maid, at most a wet nurse, so how could she have the right to meddle in such matters?

Or perhaps in a few years, Mu An will get tired of playing around and will take the initiative to settle down; that's not impossible.

Although she liked Mu Ling'er, she also knew that a girl was still a girl, and not her biological daughter, so she couldn't inherit Mu An's vast family business.

Is Da'an the most powerful person in the world?

"That's far from the truth. There are countless masters in the world. At most, I can only be considered to have some skill, and I'm also extremely afraid of death; I'm a coward."

"Then Ling'er, I will also practice martial arts in the future, and become extremely powerful, the best in the world, so that I can protect Da'an."

As she spoke, the child's voice abruptly stopped. She paused, then became even more resolute.

"I absolutely, positively will not let Da'an die!!!"

The naive promise startled Mu An slightly. He remembered something from a long, long time ago, when he seemed to have said something similar, but not about practicing martial arts, but about studying, becoming an astronaut, or a scientist.

Unrealistic, yet full of children's purest fantasies, as long as adults have expectations, they will naively believe that they can also have such a future.

He looked at Mu Ling'er, who was waving her little fists to cheer herself up, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright! Da'an, from now on, I'll rely on you, Xiao Ling'er, to protect me."

He gently rubbed the little one's head, letting her lean slightly closer to him, but his eyes were lowered, and a strange light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

"The tragedy that happened a few years ago must have left a psychological scar on the little guy. If we ever get the chance, we'll have to kill that damned Lingxiao Sanren before he gets away with it!"

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