Yun Ziyu looked completely innocent. He scratched his head and explained, "Mother, you can't blame me for this. It was Zhiyuan who insisted on riding a horse, saying that she would see you sooner that way..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yunmu interrupted him: "Hmph, you can't just ignore your little darling's warmth and cold. Look at her little face, it's so cold. Can't you put a cloak on her? Come, come, my dear granddaughter, come inside with your grandmother and have a bowl of hot soup to warm yourself up."

As she spoke, Yunmu took Mo Zhiyuan's hand, stood up, and walked into the house.

As she walked, she muttered to herself, "I went to the kitchen early this morning and personally cooked a pot of fragrant chicken soup. I was planning to have someone deliver it to you and your brother later, but who would have thought you would arrive here first."

After saying that, she turned and ordered, "Go to the kitchen quickly and bring the chicken soup over. Give my darling some chicken soup."

Mo Zhiyuan raised her little face, her voice soft and sweet, "Grandma, are you feeling better? Second Uncle said that seeing me will make you feel better, and if you feel better, you'll get better. Is that true?"

Yunmu was touched and warmed by Mo Zhiyuan's words.

"Of course it's true. Look, isn't Grandma in a good mood now?" Yunmu teased Mo Zhiyuan.

Mo Zhiyuan stopped and really looked at Yunmu carefully. After a while, she replied, "Grandmother will definitely be very happy to see me, because Grandmother has been smiling the whole time."

"That's right, our Zhiyuan is the best! As soon as you came, Grandma's illness was cured. You're even better than the doctor!" Yunmu praised.

Yun Ziyu, who had been completely ignored, seized the opportunity to interject, "Mother, your son also wants to drink chicken soup."

My mother's chicken soup-making skills are now truly amazing.

You can't buy chicken soup this good anywhere else.

Yunmu rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "You'll get your share. You're such a grown man, you should have settled down and started a family long ago. Instead, you're always calling me 'Mother' like a little kid."

Yun Ziyu pouted and said helplessly, "Mom, I just want to drink a bowl of chicken soup, please stop nagging me."

Mica slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on the door, her eyes revealing a hint of expectation and concern.

Seeing this, Yun Ziyu, who was standing to the side, asked with a puzzled look, "Mother, what are you looking at?"

Yunmu frowned slightly, her voice tinged with worry as she asked, "Where is His Highness the Crown Prince? Why hasn't he come?"

After saying that, she turned her gaze back to the doorway, as if hoping that the small figure would appear before her immediately.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyuan, who had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly spoke up in a clear voice to explain: "Grandmother, the Grand Tutor has left my brother with a lot of homework, so he said he can only come over for dinner and have dinner with us."

The little girl blinked her bright, lively eyes and spoke earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Yunmu couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Her face was full of pity, and she said in a low voice, "This child is so young, yet he has to read so many books every day. Sigh... it's really too hard for him. Sometimes when I visit him, seeing his small table piled high with thick books, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness."

She thought to herself that her biggest wish was for her two lovely children to grow up safely, healthily, and happily.

However, their special status meant that this wish was unlikely to be easily fulfilled. Thinking of this, Yunmu felt another wave of melancholy and helplessness.

Just then, a group of servants filed in, each carrying a steaming bowl of fragrant chicken soup.

The rich aroma instantly filled the entire room.

"Oh my, come on! Don't just stand there, let's drink this delicious chicken soup first." Yunmu said with a smile, gently taking Mo Zhiyuan's small hand.

"Come on, my little princess, let's go try this delicious chicken soup with your grandma. Oh, by the way, grandma specially asked someone to make two brand new summer dresses for you a few days ago. I guarantee you'll love them. After we finish the soup, let's go take a look, shall we?"

However, Mo Zhiyuan frowned slightly upon hearing this.

She bit her lower lip lightly, seemingly somewhat reluctant. But in the end, she gently blew out a breath, as if giving in, and said, "Alright, since you've said so, Grandmother, then I'll go with you to take a look."

Seeing her granddaughter's reluctant expression, Yunmu shook her head helplessly, a doting smile on her face.

She muttered to herself, "Tell me, at such a young age, which other little girl doesn't adore those pretty dresses? But you, of all people, don't like any of those girly things. All you ever think about is that military uniform. Back when your mother was your age, you weren't this mischievous. I really don't know whose personality you took after..."

When Mo Zhiyuan heard the word "mother" from Yunmu's mouth, she wrinkled her little nose and snorted in dissatisfaction.

Yunmu carefully picked up Mo Zhiyuan and gently placed her on the chair next to her.

When she heard Mo Zhiyuan let out a soft hum, she was quite surprised and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Are you upset that your mother hasn't come back yet?"

However, Mo Zhiyuan, like a stubborn little calf, quickly turned her head away in a huff, as if she didn't want to mention the matter at all.

Seeing this, Yunmu had no choice but to turn her gaze to Yun Ziyu, who was standing to the side, hoping that he could give her an answer.

Seeing the pleading look in her mother's eyes, Yun Ziyu sighed inwardly.

Then, resignedly, she explained, "I don't know where this little one heard this proverb, which says, 'Since her mother isn't coming back to be with her, she has to go find her mother herself.' Before, she kept pestering me to come with her to look for her mother!"

After hearing Yun Ziyu's words, Yunmu was first taken aback, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She looked at Mo Zhiyuan, who was sitting in a chair with her puffed-up cheeks, and said with a smile, "Oh dear, our Mo Zhiyuan is such a little devil! She's so small, but she's got quite the nerve."