As soon as Chunhe heard the two little ones' voices, she couldn't wait to go inside.

As soon as the two saw Chunhe, they each grabbed one of her arms and said sweetly, "Aunt Chunhe."

Looking at the two little ones' faces, Chunhe felt her heart melt. She reached out and hugged them tightly, saying, "Chao Chao Mu Mu, Auntie missed you so much!"

Mumu immediately blinked and said sweetly, "We miss Auntie too."

"Mmm." Chunhe nodded while holding the two of them. "Chao Chao Mu Mu, this is not the place to talk. Listen to your aunt. Your mother and I will take you back later. We'll talk when we get back."

Upon hearing the word "go back," the two little ones instantly exchanged a glance.

Before Sang Mumu could speak, Sang Chaochao eagerly exclaimed, "Okay!"

Sang Mumu's face immediately fell.

Sang Chaochao reached out and tugged at her sleeve, signaling her not to speak.

Sang Mumu then pouted and closed her mouth.

She didn't want to leave her father. Her wicked brother had clearly promised that their mother and father would be together, but now he was going to abandon him.

Soon, Sang Jiang brought in the fragrant food.

The two little ones' eyes lit up instantly.

Yang Qi also came in at the same time.

Since Chaochao Mumu arrived, Yang Qi has been following the two of them.

Watching Chaochao Mumu eat heartily, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.

For some reason, he also felt a strange fondness for the two children.

Just as Chaochao Mumu put down her chopsticks, a clear, cold female voice came from outside: "I want to see just where this little bastard came from, daring to call himself a prince or princess in the palace!"

As the voice spoke, a stunningly beautiful woman entered.

This woman does bear a resemblance to Sang Jiang.

Sang Jiang frowned as she listened to her words.

She cherished her dearly, and she couldn't bear to see her being insulted like this. Her lips tightened instantly.

Yang Qi saw the person approaching and took two steps forward, then clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Consort Li."

Consort Li ignored him and looked directly at Chaochao Mumu: "Just these two little bastards?"

Sang Mumu's temper flared up immediately. She looked at Li Fei with a frown and said, "Brother, this ugly auntie said we are little bastards."

"Ugly auntie?" Consort Li's eyes widened in disbelief. She pointed at Sang Mumu, her features contorted in a grimace: "You're saying I'm an ugly auntie?"

You know, she has always prided herself on her beauty. She even entered the palace because the emperor took a liking to her at first sight. Now, she was being called an ugly aunt by two children. How could she tolerate this?

But Sang Mumu blinked her innocent phoenix eyes and said seriously, "Yes, and why did you imitate my mother?"

"I'm imitating your mother?" Consort Li's eyes widened even more.

This was the first time she had been spoken to like this since entering the palace.

Sang Chaochao, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up: "Yes, it's a pity she's not even a tenth as good as Mother. She looks too gaudy in pink."

He spoke in a very formal and methodical manner.

The palace servants nearby immediately turned their gaze to Consort Li.

They hadn't thought much of it before he said it, but now that Sang Chaochao brought it up, they did think that Consort Li wearing pink was really gaudy.

They couldn't help but recall how Sang Jiang used to wear pink; it was neither gaudy nor coquettish, as if the color was tailor-made for her.

Consort Li felt the gazes of everyone, and her face instantly burned...