Ultimately, Sister Huang couldn't say no to Little Bun and took him along.
But before they left, she had the Wetnurse Nanny add another two or three layers of clothing to him.
Little Bun, already petite, became as round as a ball.
Zhao Qichen found it unbearable.
"Sister Huang…"
Sister Huang's face darkened.
"No discussion!"
Little Bun pouted. Fine, for Mother's sake, this Imperial Prince will endure it! Honestly, it's not even cold, alright?
「Inside Ningshou Palace」
While Xia Ruqing was shivering in the small Buddhist hall, Noble Concubine Shih was gleefully savoring crucian carp soup with the Empress Dowager.
Sister Qing came to report.
"Empress Dowager, His Highness the Crown Prince requests an audience!"
The Empress Dowager paused, soup bowl in hand, somewhat bewildered. For a moment, she didn't quite register the meaning of this title.
It was only when Noble Concubine Shih, beside her, prompted her that she had a flash of understanding.
"Oh…"
