Leaving Xifu Palace, the sky was already late.
Hungry and tired.
Zhaochen Palace was cold and lonely, truly didn't want to go back there.
Zhao Junyao went to Duanning Palace instead.
...
Compared to the "desolation" of Xifu Palace.
Duanning Palace was much more cheerful.
On the kang in the inner room, a large, thick cotton mattress was laid out.
The three children were playing on it.
Zhao Qichen took a "Three-Character Classic," sitting on it, teaching the two Little Buns to read and recognize characters.
And the two Little Buns, very cooperatively, sat up straight, gathered around their elder brother to listen.
The two wore identical little clothes and crotchless pants, each with a tiger-head hat made by the Sisters on their heads.
Two pairs of big eyes open wide, small mouths slightly ajar, listening while drooling.
That little look simply melted hearts.
Xia Ruqing, however, had no time to watch.
