The Eighth Prince found it strange that his mother suddenly became very busy all day long. She was either out for a long time or sleeping in bed without even a word.

But in this way, no matter how naughty he was or how misbehaving he was in the main hall, his mother would not pay any attention to him, let alone spank him.

In the evening, after the nanny took care of the Eighth Prince and helped him wash up, the Eighth Prince climbed onto his mother's bed in confusion, but his mother was already sleeping soundly, snoring and drooling.

The Eighth Prince felt that this mother was very unfamiliar. He shook Lipin's arm and said, "Mother, why do you sleep several times a day? It's so strange! Wake up!"

Lipin tried her best to raise her hand a little bit, and said in a very low voice: "Good boy, go to sleep! Mother is so sleepy!"

The sound was unclear.

The Eighth Prince's face was filled with confusion. He murmured, "Could it be that Mother has been possessed by the god of sleep?"

…

Imperial Garden.

The cold winter is over and spring is coming soon.

In the afternoon, the sun is very strong and it makes people feel warm.

Yao Jinse and the Empress Dowager took Liang Zhirou for a walk in the Imperial Garden.

Yao Jinse supported the Empress Dowager and strolled slowly, the palace maids and eunuchs followed seven or eight steps behind, and the bubbly Liang Zhirou jumped and skipped in front, playing as she walked.

These days, with the company of Yao Jinse and her daughter, the Empress Dowager was in a very good mood.

"Ouch!" Liang Zhirou suddenly fell.

"My little darling, why did you fall?" The Queen Mother took two steps forward with concern and helped Liang Zhirou up.

Yao Jinse said gently, "It's common for children to fall down. It's nothing." After that, she ordered two palace maids to take Liang Zhirou back to apply medicine first.

"Empress Dowager, let's continue our walk." Then she took the Empress Dowager's arm again.

As they walked, they saw a few honeysuckle trees standing firmly by the roadside.

After a winter of ravages, the honeysuckle leaves have fallen off, but the shriveled red fruits are still hanging on the branches.

Yao Jinse walked forward, stretched out her delicate hand, picked a few small honeysuckle fruits and placed them in her palm, as if to show them to the empress dowager.

"When I was a child, there were honeysuckle trees growing near my home. However, the honeysuckle berries on the trees would be picked and sold to pharmacies before the New Year."

A trace of confusion crossed the Empress Dowager's face as she murmured, "Jinse, I remember you said you grew up in Yangzhou, didn't you? Do honeysuckle grow in the south, too?"