Song Xibai always spoke her mind to Wei Hong without hiding anything from her, so she spoke directly.

"I'm planning to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation later. By the way, Commander Yue should be there, Wei Hong, you should come along too!"

Wei Hong laughed: "Alright, it's been a while since I've seen the commander."

After finishing her breakfast, Song Xibai went to check on the two children.

The baby, who is a little over a month old, is still in a cycle of eating and sleeping, but is waking up a little more often.

Both children have now gotten used to Wen Niang, and even Zhao Yan has accepted her and doesn't refuse her breastfeeding. Song Xi Bai used to need to be fed several times a day, but now it's only two or three times at most, and she won't need to be fed anymore when she's three months old.

Song Xibai held Zhao Yan in her arms, looked at his round eyes, and touched his forehead. The little guy snuggled in her arms, clearly not having had enough to eat, but thankfully he didn't cry.

Wen Niang shook a small bell, and the melodious sound made Zhao Yan turn around and ask her for a hug.

Song Xibai put Zhao Yan down and said with a smile.

"Wen Niang really knows how to take care of children."

"This is what I should do. The two young masters have different natures. His Highness the Crown Prince likes to listen to sounds, while the Princess prefers brightly colored things."

As Wenniang spoke, she picked up a colorful cloth tiger from the side and waved it in front of Zhaojing.

Zhao Jing's eyes lit up immediately, and he opened his arms to take it.

Wen Niang deliberately prevented her from getting it, moving her hand several times.

The other two wet nurses stood aside, watching this scene, secretly sweating bullets, afraid that Wen Niang's teasing of the child would anger her master.

But to their surprise, Song Xibai was not angry at all. Instead, she smiled and came over, took the cloth tiger, and continued to tease the child.

Zhao Jing tried to catch it several times but failed. Frustrated, he clenched his little fist and punched the swaddling clothes hard.

"She has quite a temper."

Song Xibai muttered something to himself.

When Zhaojing gets angry, the wet nurses usually give in and give her the cloth tiger.

But Song Xibai didn't know how.

She deliberately moved the cloth tiger further away so that Zhaojing couldn't reach it.

Zhao Jing stretched out her arms, watching the cloth tiger get further and further away from her, unable to reach it no matter what she did. Suddenly, her little mouth twitched, and she burst into tears.

The crying was deafening, sounding both aggrieved and angry.

As twin brothers, Zhao Yan and his sister are very close. As soon as he hears his sister cry, he bursts into tears no matter what the reason is.

The wet nurses rushed to soothe the child.

Like a child who had done something wrong, Song Xibai shoved the cloth tiger into Zhao Jing's arms, then pulled Wei Hong and sneaked out, leaving the mess to the wet nurses.

Wei Hong was utterly stunned by her master's bizarre actions.

"The little masters are still crying! Aren't you going to comfort them?"

Song Xibai had already reached the door, straightened his back, and waved his hand indifferently.

"It's alright, he's just a kid, it's inevitable that he'll cry a little. He'll be fine when he comes back in a bit."

Although the cries of the two children grew louder and louder, her heart ached.

Wei Hong was speechless.

Just then, Dingxiang walked over and overheard their conversation, scoffing.

“Wei Hong, don’t worry about it. Your master has always been like this since he was a child. He always loved to make others cry when he was little.”

Dingxiang suffered greatly from this.

Song Xibai couldn't help but laugh as she recalled the past.

"Do you still remember things from so long ago?"