Xi Ying left the Imperial Study room after leaving a bundle of problems with Zhao Wang Lei.
He felt somewhat satisfied all the way to Xi Manor.
When he reached Plum Courtyard, his son's cheerful and vibrating laughter made him happier. With a smile on his lips, he stepped inside the Courtyard.
Xi Ling seemed to have stopped playing just when he stepped inside the outer hall.
"Mother, please play with Xi Ling."
Xi Ling spoke innocently holding his mother's sleeve and shaking it up and down.
Xi Ying frowned when he saw his son pleading with his wife. He had clearly taught him not to bother his mother.
So he stepped forward and pulled him away from his wife making him leave her hand.
"Don't trouble your mother."
He said strictly and the small bun's eyes went wide on hearing his father's voice all of a sudden. He swallowed and said immediately.
"Yes, Father."
