Looking at the affectionate Qi Haoran who refused to leave his son for a moment, Mu Yangling felt inexplicably jealous. She pouted and turned around to get food.
The palace maids serving her stood far away, while Spring and the servants serving her son stayed outside to listen to orders. When they saw Mu Yangling come out, they hurriedly went forward. "Fourth Madam."
"Bring me the porridge."
Spring knew that Qi Haoran did not like the servants to be around when he was with Mu Yangling. Hearing this, she turned around and handed the earthenware pot to Mu Yangling.
Although those palace maids were curious as to why Spring and the others did not enter the room to serve them, those who could survive in the deep palace knew what to ask and what not to ask. Therefore, they hid their curiosity tightly.
Seated on the side of the bed, Mu Yangling watched as Qi Haoran coaxed his son while constantly stuffing porridge into his mouth.
