Little Xingzhi, soft and drowsy, rubbed his eyes, not knowing where he was. He subconsciously thought it was Su Zhiruan who had come to sleep with him and to sing him a lovely song. He stretched out his little hand and grabbed the fingers of the person in front of him. The child's voice was particularly tender, his body smelling of milk, "Empress… mommy, hug…"
Noble Mei stopped short, staring blankly at the child before her.
For a moment, she also felt somewhat reluctant to proceed.
Since entering the palace, she had never seen such a big and tender child within the Imperial Family. There had only been the former Prince who had three Princely Heirs, but those heirs were exceptionally mischievous, which made her not very fond of children. However, now, seeing Su Zhiruan's son, she involuntarily felt a twinge of mercy.
