Wenren Zong suddenly felt uneasy, slowly stood up, and stirred the pot with his chopsticks, "Mother, after all, Jiang Ning is the Princess Consort. Isn't it a bit disrespectful for you to call her by her nickname?"
"I treat little Ning'er as my own daughter. Besides, it's just between us in private. Why have you suddenly become so scrupulous?"
"Mother, the Princess Consort's status is different, and it's not convenient for her to frequently leave the palace. Let's not trouble her anymore."
Wei Zangxiang glanced at him and didn't say anything. She took a big bowl and scooped out the noodles, "Carry it into the room."
Wenren Zong carried the bowl of noodles in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other, following his mother into her room.
"Eat." Wei Zangxiang motioned for him to sit down.
"Mother, if you have anything to say, just say it. After you've finished, you should rest earlier."
"I'm not tired or sleepy."
