Here, one could feel the breeze from Huaxi, and see the full courtyard of roses; Yuan Shangyi liked it very much.
"Is it good?" Feng Yun looked at the Young Emperor, who was polite and cultured, her eyes filled with maternal care.
In places without others, she seldomly bothered with formality, bestowing upon this motherless child all the maternal love she could not express to her own Queque.
Yuan Shangyi nodded, "I like it very much."
So much so that he wished he did not have to return to Yangxin Restaurant.
From then on, he considered following the Princess of Yonghuai...
But he dared not speak.
It was against reason.
Feng Yun served him food personally, "Whatever you want to eat in the future, just tell me, and I'll do everything I can to get it for Ayuan."
Yuan Shangyi, looking at the freshly stir-fried lotus root slices in his bowl, felt a sudden sourness in his nose.
"Mother..."
He had never called anyone 'mother' before.
He really wanted to call out just once.
