After resting for an hour, Jiang Muyu asked someone to call them over for dinner.

Heather was still not in the mood, but after hearing that she had prepared all the meals herself, she struggled to get up and come over.

When Liang Jinghe came, his hand was wrapped in gauze. Jiang Muyu was sharp-eyed and immediately grabbed his hand to check: "How did it happen? How did you get injured in such a short time?"

Liang Jinghe quickly pulled his hand back and hid it behind his body: "It's okay, mother, I just accidentally cut my hand when I was picking up something just now, it's nothing serious."

"What can cut your hand?"

Nan Xing interrupted calmly, "Dagger."

"Yes, yes..." Liang Jinghe echoed awkwardly, "The dagger didn't have a scabbard, and I got scratched when I grabbed it."

"How can you be so careless, kid?" Jiang Muyu felt distressed and helpless.

Heather yawned lazily and said, "It's just a minor injury, it's common for martial artists to get injured."

Liang Jinghe also nodded: "Yes, mother, it's just an accidental scratch, it will be healed in a few days."

Since he said so, Jiang Muyu didn't ask any more questions, for fear that he would appear to be nagging.

After everyone sat down, a maid came over to serve the food.

Don’t talk while eating and don’t talk while sleeping.

Heather is usually a talkative person, but I don’t know if he was really too hungry or too tired today, he just ate in silence.

Only after he had finished three bowls of rice and a bowl of soup did he touch his full belly and sigh, "Your cooking skills are as good as ever."

"Are you full?" Jiang Muyu raised his eyebrows.

"Um."

"You ate so much, you must be satisfied, right?"

"Satisfied..." He looked at her shrewd eyes and suddenly his heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Muyu waved his hands: "It's not a big deal. It won't be too late to talk about it after you have rested."

"Sure enough, nothing good will happen if I meet you two, but at least you have some humanity." After saying that, Heather Yeh quickly left with a full stomach.

As if afraid that she would make some demands right away.

After everyone had eaten their fill, they went back home.

The journey from Tiangan Kingdom to Xuancang Kingdom was long and winding, with many mountains and rivers, and a battlefield on the way. Even with Liang Qingchen sending people to escort them secretly, it was still tiring and extremely dangerous.

Tangtang looked much thinner, and Jiang Muyu felt very distressed. After she took a bath, he personally took a dry towel and combed her hair.

Tangtang began to doze off while sitting on the imperial concubine couch. Her little chin moved slowly like a chicken pecking at rice, and her eyelids drooped and then forced themselves to open again.

Jiang Muyu was helpless and amused. Seeing that her hair was almost dry, she picked her up and walked into the inner room. She put her on the bed, pulled the quilt over her and covered her tightly. She said softly, "It's on the bed. Go to sleep."

Tangtang grabbed her hand and said in a tired voice: "I want mommy to sleep with me."

"Mom will come and sleep with Tangtang after she has packed up. Tangtang, just go to sleep by yourself first, okay?"

"Will mother leave again?"

Jiang Muyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a sour feeling spread in her heart. She couldn't help but choke up with sobs. She gently patted Tangtang's body soothingly, just like coaxing her to sleep when she was three years old, and slowly said: "No, mother will always be with Tangtang until she grows up."

Tangtang's eyelids were almost closed, and her little mouth opened and closed, as if she was mumbling in her sleep: "I love mother the most..."

"Mom likes Tangtang the most, too." She leaned over and gave Tangtang a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Only then did Tangtang close her eyes peacefully and fell asleep with a sweet smile.

…

Liang Qingchen came back when it was dark. He went to the study first, and Yun Yan came over to report everything that had happened in the mansion that day.

"Are they still resting now?"

"Yes, they were exhausted when they first arrived. It was obvious that they did not get enough rest. Your Majesty is still accompanying the little princess to sleep."

"What about dinner?"

"The kitchen is ready. We can eat as soon as the prince wakes up."

He nodded to show that he understood: "Well, you can leave first."

Yun Yan bowed and left the study.

Liang Qingchen was handling government affairs in the study. Two hours later, he heard Yunyan come to report that the prince had woken up.

It was almost midnight, and everyone was hungry after sleeping for the whole afternoon, so they gathered in the dining hall to eat.

Heather had gotten enough sleep by now, and he was in good spirits. He was the last one to arrive, and as soon as he entered the door, he smiled and said, "Everyone is waiting. Excuse me."

Liang Jinghe glanced at him and said, "We are all family, there is no need to pretend."

"I'm used to it." Seeing an empty seat next to him, Heather walked over and sat down. She looked at the dishes on the table and asked in confusion, "Is this made by the chef in the mansion?"

Jiang Muyu smiled and said, "You have the best nose. You can tell it wasn't me just by smelling it."

"Of course. Your dish uses much bolder ingredients than his. Look at this fish. It's so bland that it looks like it was just caught from the river and served on the table. It doesn't make me feel appetizing just by looking at it."

Liang Qingchen glanced at him and said calmly, "Why? Do you still want my wife to cook for you every day?"

"Oh, how dare I?" Heather teased, "She is about to become the Empress. Even if you give me eight guts, I wouldn't dare to ask the Empress to cook for me."

"Heather, do you want to die?"

Liang Qingchen glared at him, and he immediately shut his mouth obediently and made a zipper-pulling gesture.

Several people at the table were amused by his funny appearance.

Jiang Muyu explained: "Achen was injured, so I asked the kitchen to make the dishes lighter."

Heather shrugged: "Just right, I ate too much for lunch, now I'll just digest it."

The others naturally had no objections and just ate what was in their bowls.

Tangtang likes Heather very much and always sticks to him when talking to him, calling him "Uncle Shi" all the time.

Heather poked her cheeks, which were bulging from eating so much, and said with emotion, "Such a lovely little girl, I don't know which brat will get her in the future."

For a moment, everyone at the dinner table was silent.

Several people stopped what they were doing and looked at Tangtang at the same time, each with a frown on their face.

Tangtang blinked in confusion: "What brat?"

Several people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Jiang Muyu scolded: "The child is still young, why are you saying these things?"

Heather touched her nose awkwardly: "Yes, yes, the child is still young, I am worrying too much."

Since everyone had eaten a lot for lunch, they didn't eat much now, so Jiang Muyu just focused on picking up some food for Liang Qingchen.

Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks much, Liang Qingchen asked, "Is the food not to your liking?"

"No, I slept all afternoon, so I'm not that hungry."

Seeing this, he ate until he was 80% full and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

After everyone had finished their meal, they gathered in the garden and sat in a row to admire the moon and digest their food.