Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

At Liu Rushuang’s coaxing, the baby quickly stopped crying. It left Han Moze speechless, the corner of his lips twitching.

He would never believe that he can’t sweet-talk a kid.

Reaching out to take the other infant from a handmaiden, he found the child’s puffy cheeks as well as how she looked peaceful and truly adorable.

But why did this feel as if he was carrying cotton? Why was the child so light?

His hands actually trembled a little, fearing that he would drop the baby.

“Hahaha… just look at you. Why are you trembling so much?”

Liu Rushuang could not help laughing. The tyrant looked so funny carrying a child, as if he was carrying some precious treasure that left his entire body stiffening and twitching.

“Shut it! You’re forbidden from mocking!”

Han Moze narrowed his eyes right to glare unhappily at Liu Rushuang.

Hmph! His own woman is mocking him?! Absolutely unforgivable! That hurt his self-esteem…

Bwaaaah—

The baby started bawling at his words, and Han Moze quickly looked down, gently rocking her while coaxing, “Stop crying, baby. Give me a smile, okay?”

Be that as it may, the baby still bawled even after a long while.

Speechless, Han Meze muttered between clenched teeth, “I told you not to cry! Can’t you hear me? Does it ever end with you, huh?!”

And just as expected, the baby bawled even louder.

Liu Rushuang’s lips twitched—the tyrant really was not father material… did he think that the children would listen by threats?

Suddenly, she felt the other baby in her arms reaching out to grasp her chest, and remembered that newborns need to be breastfed.

Having transmigrated as an infant, she understood what it meant to be a baby.

Hence, she turned towards the handmaidens in the chamber and said, “You may leave!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

After they left, Liu Rushuang pulled down her robe, exposing a nipple which she held up to the child’s lips.

Despite having his eyes closed, the baby started to suckle cheerfully.

Warmth showed in Han Moze’s eyes as he glanced at them, before he continued to coax the child he was holding, who was still crying without end.

Still, she just would not stop no matter what she did, and he ended up putting the baby beside Liu Rushuang… after of which the baby stopped crying immediately.

Han Moze’s teeth gnashed at that. Aren’t these kids making their contempt towards him clear?

Liu Rushuang did not turn to look at his dark expression then.

Looking at the baby beside her who had closed her eyes and fell asleep once more, just as the other fervently suckled, she suddenly looked up and asked, “Ze? Have you decided on their names yet? What do you think?”

“Should we name our boy Longyuan and our daughter Fengwu? I think those names are quite good.”

Han Moze mused to himself softly, and eventually nodded with a smile of content. “Alright, we’ll do that.”

In spite of the pricking sensation of breastfeeding, Liu Rushuang suddenly noticed that she had been drunk dry. After all, the little one had been suckling as hard as he could without swallowing, and her nipple had turned flaccid as well.

What a glutton!

When Liu Rushuang was a baby herself, Wu Xiyu had been lacking breastmilk, which was why she had to be fed with sugar water… Liu Rushuang could not help tearing up for herself in sympathy.

Pulling her son firmly off her nipple and putting him aside, she bared her other nipple to her daughter.

She suckled rapidly like her twin, and soon finished all her breastmilk as well.

Han Moze stood at a corner, watching her lovingly as she nursed the children.

After she was done, Liu Rushuang summoned the handmaidens and handed them the children.

Carrying the children, the handmaidens settled them in one of the adjoined chambers of the Dark Moon Palace. It was just a dozen paces away from Liu Rushuang’s bed, and she could see them anytime she wanted.