Feng'er said helplessly, "Drinking milk causes internal heat, and Doctor Zhu said that my constitution is not suitable for drinking it."
Zhao Cong took a deep breath. "If you don't drink cow's milk, you won't get any breast milk either."
Breast milk?
Although Feng'er is young, she is sensible. Upon hearing this, her cheeks flushed and she said, "Feng'er doesn't want milk."
Zhao Cong: "Then what have you been sniffing at my chest these past few days?!"
Feng'er looked bewildered. "Because I like the smell of Father."
Zhao Cong: "?"
Feng'er belatedly realized why her father wanted her to drink milk at night...
“Father, although I’ve never drunk Mother’s milk, I’m six years old now! Why would I want to drink milk?” Feng’er said earnestly. “You should stop staying cooped up in the study all day reading these documents and go out for walks more often.”
"Otherwise, everyone will be confused."
Zhao Cong clicked his tongue and lightly patted his forehead. "Insolence!"
Feng'er's expression suddenly fell. "Father, I heard today that you've been keeping a beauty in your small courtyard in the east of the city, and that she's the apple of your eye."
Zhao Cong's brow twitched slightly. The news spread so fast?
He pondered for a moment, then said, "I have something to tell you."
"Are you going to marry that darling of your heart and bring her back to the palace?" Feng'er asked, her head lowered and her shoulders trembling slightly.
Zhao Cong's heart softened immediately. If it weren't for Lin Qingwan, he wouldn't know how to talk to this child.
"Well, but she..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng'er asked again, "Have you been seeing her all these past few days?"
"Yes." Zhao Cong was taken aback. How did this kid start questioning him?
"Listen to me, she is..."
Feng'er interrupted him again, "Just tell me if I marry her and I will treat her well? Will I truly cherish her for the rest of my life?"
Zhao Cong's eyelids twitched. He had a feeling that if he said no, this kid would burst into tears immediately.
Zhao Cong didn't hesitate at all, "Of course I will treat her well."
Feng'er's shoulders trembled even more violently.
Zhao Cong thought he was about to cry, and his brows furrowed tightly, but the child grabbed his clothes and asked, "She is Qingwan, isn't she?"
Zhao Cong: "?"
If Feng'er weren't only six years old, he would have reason to suspect that the boy had something going on with Lin Qingwan!
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