"Mother! Mother!"

"Hey! Why are you here, kid?"

"Come and see mother, is she feeling better?"

Chu Yuening stared at the little kid in her aunt's arms, whose face was filled with worry. Her heart softened as she comforted the kid in a gentle voice.

"Much better. Zhao Zhao, don't get too close, or you'll get sick too."

"But...but Zhao Zhao wants mother to hug her...wuwuwu..."

"Wow wow wow... Zhao Zhao is scared..."

He hadn't seen his mother for several days, and his aunt said that his mother was sick and couldn't accompany him for the time being.

Zhao Zhao didn't know what being sick meant, but she could vaguely sense from the expressions on the palace maids' faces that something bad was happening.

Seeing the familiar figure at this moment, Ying Zhao felt aggrieved and excited, and his longing turned into tears as big as beans and fell one by one.

"Zhao Zhao, don't cry, don't cry... Mommy, please tell Zhao Zhao a story~"

The little guy was sobbing, with tears all over his face. Chu Yuening felt so distressed that her eyes began to turn red.

In a moment of desperation, she wanted to get out of bed to coax the baby, but was stopped by Ying Zheng.

"Yuening, I'll come and comfort Zhaozhao."

After tucking in the quilt for the woman, Ying Zheng stood up, picked up the still crying kid, and sighed helplessly.

How come this brat has become as spoiled as Yue Ning?

"Okay, from now on I'll take you to visit mother every day, okay?"

"Wow...really?"

Ying Zhao lay on his father's chest, his big eyes were red and swollen, and he sobbed as he confirmed.

"Yes, but you are not allowed to cry anymore."

"Okay... Zhao Zhao, don't cry."

Ying Zhao buried his dirty little face in his clothes and rubbed it hard until it was clean.

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, staring silently at the crystal-clear unknown object on his lapel, and sighed again.

What a pair of little ancestors.