Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 130 Let's Sleep Together! (3.4k views)

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The pen tip wrote the last word on the book, Caesar closed the textbook, yawned, and stretched.

He finished his homework for the day, and now it was free time to study. He took out a business book and his notes, placed them on the table, and then got up and left the bedroom.

A blanket was spread on the living room floor. Ita was teaching Yumilia yoga. Yumilia's face was flushed, her cheeks were puffed out, and Ita was stretching her ligaments as her legs were spread apart.

“Okay, come on, just take it one step at a time,” Ita said, pushing Yumilia’s shoulders from behind and guiding her forward little by little.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, Ita! I can't hold on any longer!" Yumilia's face turned bright red, but she didn't open her legs any further.

She hadn't originally intended to do it, but after Ita told her that yoga could help you grow taller, she immediately became interested and started learning from Ita.

Ita nudged Yumilia by the shoulder, and seeing Caesar emerge, smiled and asked, "Want to try it together, Caesar?"

“I’ll pass; I’m too old to handle this,” Caesar said.

He went to the kitchen, thinking of brewing himself a pot of tea to refresh himself.

"No, yoga is a very healthy exercise. Look at Yumilia, she's doing just fine now."

But Yumilia looked like she was about to collapse, and hurriedly patted the floor.

"Iita, let go! I can't take it anymore!"

Ita then released her, and Yumilia, relaxing her body, immediately rubbed her buttocks and said in distress, "It hurts so much, I feel like my bones are going to break if I use any more force."

"It's not that exaggerated. It will definitely hurt a lot at first, but you'll get used to it," Ita said.

"I was like that at first too, but now it's much easier, look."

Ita sat down and easily spread her legs into a split, demonstrating amazing flexibility.

"Ita is amazing." Yumilia blinked her big eyes and clapped her hands in front of her chest.

"Hehe." Ita, still in the splits, gave Yumilia a peace sign.

At the same time, he raised his eyebrows triumphantly at Caesar.

Caesar asked, somewhat amused, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​learning yoga?"

"It's because my work is so tiring that I'm always in a bad mood. So my family arranged a yoga teacher for me. They said that learning yoga can regulate my mood, improve my physical condition, and also..."

At this point, Xiaolong stopped talking, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"What else?" Yumilia asked curiously.

“I can, uh, keep myself in good shape,” Ita continued.

"What do you, a little kid, need a good figure for?" Caesar said, somewhat speechless.

"In short, it's always good to practice regularly," Ita said.

"Oh, oh." Yumilia nodded as if she understood.

"Then you two take your time, I'm going back to my room to read," Caesar said.

He carried the brewed tea back to his room and began to read intently, while outside, he could hear Yumilia's groans and Ita's cheers.

Just as he was getting into the zone, there was a knock on the door. The doorknob turned, and Ita poked half of her head out.

"Caesar? Are you busy?" she asked.

"Reading a book, what's wrong?" Caesar asked.

“Oh, Yumilia said she was tired and wanted to rest for a while, so I came in to see you,” Ita said.

"Stop torturing her," Caesar said with a helpless smile.

“No, she’s very happy too,” Ita said.

She came to Caesar's side and bent down slightly to look at the books on the table.

"Huh? The DuPont analysis system? Caesar, are you studying business?" Ita asked, somewhat surprised.

“Well, for now, we plan to learn how to do it first. Having an idea for starting a business also requires theoretical support before it can be implemented,” Caesar said.

"Why bother learning this? If Caesar needs money, I can give you as much as you want," Ita said generously.

"Thanks, I know our Ita is now a CEO of a wealthy family, but there are some things I still want to do myself." Caesar gently patted her head.

If it were Ita, he might actually be able to assemble a professional fleet for him in a short period of time.
But after all, he was going to establish his own faction, and every faction needed strong financial backing, so he had to personally control a sufficient amount of cash flow.

Seeing that Caesar had said so, Ita stopped talking, tilted his head and looked at it for a while, but found it too boring and stopped watching.

She wasn't very interested in any of these things. After all, she was the head of the family, not a merchant. What she needed to learn was how to manage those merchants.

She plopped down on Caesar's bed, swinging her legs, glancing at the pillows on the bed, then at Caesar.

Then she pounced on the bed, burying her face in the pillow and rubbing it against it.

"Hmm," she murmured, her cheeks slightly flushed. She hugged her pillow and lay down on the bed, rolling around like a kitten, as if trying to leave her scent there.

“Caesar,” she said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"We're sleeping together tonight, right?"

“Yes, didn’t we say that before?” Caesar replied, looking at the book.

Ita watched Caesar's retreating figure at the desk, a pleasant smile curving her lips.

At this moment, Caesar raised his head, seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Ita, who was lying on his bed.

He got up and sat down next to her.

"What's wrong, Caesar?" Ita asked, clutching her pillow.

"Ita, your magical energy flow has been normal these past few years, hasn't it?" Caesar asked. "Well... yes, I have a dedicated sorcerer who helps me regulate my magical energy," Ita nodded.

She inherited the dragon power of the Ferit family, which was the mysterious and powerful force that Caesar sensed back then. In the years since returning to her family, she has been learning to use and master this power.

But Caesar is still quite worried about the chaotic aura he sensed in that power when he examined Ita's body.

He used the power of the Emperor's Seal to purify her little by little, but due to time constraints, it was not completely purified. Now that she has been back in her family for so long, he doesn't know what kind of situation she has become.

“Let me check again.” Caesar held out his hand to her.

Ita stared at Caesar's outstretched hand, but froze.

"What's wrong?" Caesar asked.

"No, it's nothing," Ita quickly said. "It's just that now that I'm older, it's a little embarrassing to do this."

“What’s there to be shy about? Shouldn’t you have gotten used to it by now?” Caesar said.

"Hmm," Ita pursed her lips slightly, but still raised her hand and intertwined her fingers with Caesar's.

Ita's little hands are very soft, her skin is smooth and warm, and her palms are still sweaty.

The power of the Emperor's Seal was activated and gradually entered Ita's body to examine him.

Ita gave a low hum and quickly pursed her lips.

After completing one cycle, Caesar discovered that at this moment, the powerful magic within Ita's body was now like a boiling furnace, as if the seal binding it had been broken, becoming turbulent and violent.

This is a very dangerous situation. At this moment, the control of this power depends entirely on Ita's personal magical control. Even the slightest problem could lead to irreversible consequences.

This is the unparalleled power bestowed upon Ita by his family, but it could also become the flames that destroy everything.

"Ita, what exactly is going on?" Caesar asked in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.

Ita knew what he was asking, but simply smiled faintly: "It's alright, Caesar. I'm very powerful now, this is nothing to me, and because of this power, I can be very powerful now."

"Do you know what impact this will have on you?" Caesar asked.

Ita lowered her eyes and smiled calmly: "After all, he is the head of my family. Taking on this responsibility is also my job."

Caesar remained silent; he knew the connection, and Itta certainly couldn't refuse.

But it would be too dangerous to put her in this position.

He needed to find a way to suppress this power.

Around ten o'clock, it was already late at night. After the family had washed up, they all lay down on the bed in Yumilia's bedroom.

Caesar and Itha lay on either side of Yumilia, against the headboard.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a meal like this. The last time was when you were five years old,” Yumilia exclaimed.

"It's been so long since I've slept in Yumilia's arms. Mmm, Yumilia's arms are so soft and fragrant." Ita hugged Yumilia affectionately, burying his head in her chest, his face full of happiness.

"Then you can be all cute and affectionate with me tonight." Yumilia smiled, her eyes narrowed, and affectionately ruffled her hair.

“Come on, Caesar can have one too.” Yumilia stretched out her other hand toward Caesar.

"I don't need to. I'm way past the age of being able to act cute," Caesar said seriously, leaning against the headboard and reading a book.

“On Mother’s Day, Caesar was happily snuggling in my arms,” Yumilia said, pouting.

Caesar choked for a moment, coughed awkwardly, and said, "There's no need to bring this up again."

"Hmph, after all, Caesar is a man. He'd be very troubled if his hidden side were discovered," Ita said to him with a grin.

"You little dragon."

Yumilia took the business book from Caesar's hand and pretended to say:
"Alright, story time is about to begin, now it's quiet."

Caesar had no choice but to take off his coat, put his hands behind his head, and lie down.

Yumilia opened the fairy tale book and began to read it to them in a soft voice:

"A long, long time ago, there was a very hardworking farmer. One day, while he was working in the fields, his hoe suddenly spoke, telling him that if he used it to hoe the ground a hundred times a day, he could find gold in the soil."

As she gently narrated, Itha and Caesar both fell into a deep sleep.

These two men, one the Holy Yuan Emperor who dominated the world, and the other the fearsome Dragon Patriarch of the Fetire family, were now intimately close to her, peacefully asleep.

Yumilia gently closed the book, gazed at the two sleeping faces, smiled slightly, and kissed them both on the cheek.

Goodnight, children.

Saint-Illustrated Academy, Principal's Office.

Greenwald was looking at the report sent by the research institute today about the past owners of the Holy Sword.

There is also an investigation report on the black cat sorcerer.

He was looking at the latter.

“The situation is really dangerous now,” Rhys, sitting across from him, said with a frown. “According to the latest information, the attack is also related to Surna. They may have already obtained the key to open that ruin, that man named Uriel.”

“They should open the ruins next month, and then that plan…” Rhys said, then let out a deep sigh.

Greenwald frowned, staring at the report in silence.

"Greenworth," Rhys asked hesitantly, "Do you know what the attitude of that person from the Ecology Institute is now?"

Greenwald shook his head: "She doesn't like politics. No matter how this develops, it's ultimately a government problem, and she won't help us."

"But, at least ask about their attitude?" Rhys still refused to give up.

Greenwald frowned, seemingly deep in thought, and after a moment, he relentlessly said:

"I'll go ask."

(End of this chapter)