Chu Yuan's Baohua Palace is close to the imperial court, and all the concubines live in the back. Consort Wan and Consort Fang are not favored, so their residences will only become more remote.
So they agreed not to go to Baohua Palace on the first and fifteenth of the month, but to go directly to the Empress to pay their respects.
Who would have thought they would still come looking for Chu Yuan?
When Chu Yuan described taking the child out for a walk as "strolling the baby," the two couldn't help but laugh.
Standing still, Consort Wan and Consort Fang each took the child from the wet nurse. Consort Wan preferred the little foodie Mumu, while Consort Fang adored the lively little devil Sisi.
The old man was the only one no one wanted.
Chu Yuan smiled and hugged him, kissing his peach-like face. "What did your mother say? I told you to smile more, didn't I? Nobody likes someone who always has a long face, just like your father."
Consort Wan smiled, teasing Chu Yuan, "Really? The Imperial Concubine doesn't like the Emperor at all?"
Consort Fang hugged Mumu close and smiled, "She doesn't really like the Emperor, she loves the Emperor..."
It's clear that Consort Fang has completely moved on from the shadows of the past.
She's now plump and charming, very well-fed, with two round, chubby little ones who have benefited from her.
Chu Yuan's face, as fair as a peach blossom, flushed instantly. She scolded playfully, "Give me back my son! You've been making fun of me!"
The group arrived at the entrance of Yikun Palace amidst laughter and chatter.
They happened to run into Consort Zheng, who had also come to pay her respects.
Consort Zheng still maintained her aloof and indifferent demeanor. As she walked, she stood ramrod straight, her chin slightly raised, exuding a certain arrogance that suggested she was aloof and self-admiring.
Upon seeing them, her lips moved slightly. "Hello, my three sisters."
Consort Wan and Consort Fang handed the child back to the wet nurse, bowed respectfully, and did so without the slightest mistake.
This was completely unlike his casual demeanor in front of Chu Yuan.
Chu Yuan was of a higher rank than her, so there was no need for her to bow; she simply smiled to greet her.
They remained silent and quietly entered the main hall of Yikun Palace.
The Empress had not yet arrived; only palace maids served tea, presenting tea and snacks to the children in an orderly manner.
As a result, Sisi, that little rascal, not only knocked the snacks to the ground, but also quickly grabbed the hair ribbon on the palace maid's head.
The maid was startled but dared not pull back forcefully. By the time Chu Yuan got up to deal with it, the maid's hair had already come loose, and several strands had been pulled out.
The young palace maid was so frightened she was about to cry, clutching her hair and trembling, "This servant... this servant didn't mean to..."
Chu Yuan patted her shoulder with a smile, "It's alright, it's alright. It was the Prince Xian who bullied you, not you who bullied him."
As she spoke, she took the child's hand in her own and gently slapped it, "You little rascal, haven't you had enough of pulling your mother's hair?"
Consort Wan and Consort Fang both laughed, because they had seen such scenes far too often in Baohua Palace in the past.
Only Consort Zheng found it somewhat novel. She looked at the wide-eyed, completely bewildered Prince Xian, and then at Chu Yuan's dark head, thinking, "The three children have been fighting and pulling each other for more than half a year, how come her hair hasn't thinned?"
Her long, black hair was still glossy and beautiful.
Could it be that my hair is falling out in clumps because I'm overthinking and using my brain too much for calculations?
Chu Yuan had no idea what Zheng Ming was thinking. She had just dealt with the situation caused by the Prince Xian, and over there, Mu Mu was eating heartily and choked on his snacks. Fortunately, Consort Wan came over in time and choked him out.
Only Chaochao was unusually quiet, sitting upright on the couch with a blank expression, looking at this for a while, then at that for a while, before finally fixing her gaze on Consort Zheng.
Zheng Ming happened to see him too, and the two stared at each other for a while before the little guy suddenly reached out to Consort Zheng.
Zheng Ming froze, her expression visibly tense. "Biyu, Biyu, what... what does he mean by this?"
Biyu was also confused, but a little better than Consort Zheng. "She probably wants Your Highness to hold her, right?"
"Huh?" Zheng Ming was startled, feeling a sense of terror as if she were being entangled by a raging flood or a ferocious beast. She instinctively shrank back. "I, I don't know how to hold a child!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Consort Wan and Consort Fang, one holding Mu Mu and the other holding Si Si, smiled encouragingly at her.
"Sister Xianfei, are you scared?"
"Consort Xian, don't be afraid, give it a try, it's not as difficult as you think."
All you do all day is sit in Xiuchun Palace doing arithmetic. Aren't you bored?
Come on, come help us take care of the kids. Let me tell you, these three little ones are so much fun... no, so easy to take care of."
Wan Meiren's words reminded Chu Yuan of a famous quote from Douyin (TikTok).
Babies are born to play!
After having the system confirm the danger level of Consort Zheng and confirming that there was no problem, Chu Yuan turned around, picked up Chaochao, and placed her directly in Consort Zheng's arms without giving her a chance to refuse.
Zheng Ming was immediately flustered, and her exquisite and beautiful face turned several shades pale.
She waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, I can't!"
Chu Yuan said, "A woman can't say she's no good. Look, Chaochao likes you a lot. Are you willing to give him up?"
Zheng Ming subconsciously looked at the soft little person in her arms. The little person had big eyes and features that were eight or nine parts similar to Emperor Wei Xian, but not sharp. Even when not smiling, the little person was cute and innocent.
He doesn't have any sharp, unapproachable aura; instead, he makes you want to get closer and pinch his seemingly serious little face.
Thinking this, Zheng Ming did just that. The touch of her fingertips was smooth and delicate, like the precious hibiscus cream offered as tribute.
Zheng Ming was immediately captivated by the feeling, touched it again, and even gently pinched it. Chao Chao wasn't angry at all; she blinked her big eyes and gave her a pouty smile.
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