Noble Consort Qiao was stunned.
She looked back at Gu Yihan.
The latter's eyes were deep, but he looked at her affectionately.
Suddenly!
Gu Yihan felt his abdomen being pressed against by the hilt of a sword.
He frowned and looked down.
Noble Consort Qiao smiled happily of having succeeded, unable to hide the arrogance in her beautiful eyes.
"Your Majesty, if your consort was an enemy, you would have already died!
"How can you whisper to the enemy on the battlefield?!"
Gu Nuo'er clapped her hands crazily as she watched from the side. "Mother won!"
Noble Consort Qiao left Gu Yihan's arms proudly and walked towards her daughter.
She picked the child up and asked with a smile, "Is Mother impressive?"
"Impressive!"
Noble Consort Qiao leaned over. "Then can Baby Nuo give Mother a kiss?"
Gu Nuo'er didn't hesitate at all. She pouted and kissed Noble Consort Qiao's face.
