Empress Du pressed her glabella and felt relieved.
She thought of how Gu Nuo'er's face was filled with composure and had pulled her to climb through the window.
"Empress Mother, a bad girl is going to start a fire later. Let's quickly escape through the window!"
Although the child was only three years old, she was very rational.
She did not panic when faced with trouble and could remain calm.
In the carriage, Gu Nuo'er clung to Ye Siming and acted spoiled.
"Elder Brother Siming, can let me take a look at it? What if you've gotten badly hurt?"
Ye Siming covered his collar and turned his head to avoid her gaze. "I'm not injured. I can feel it myself. There's no need for you to see it."
The child's soft and fair hand had already grabbed his collar.
"How do you know that there aren't any bruises without looking at it? Don't be embarrassed. There's no one else here except for Baby Nuo!"
