Watching Ye Qiu seemingly about to toss the child in the air, Lin Jingxian felt so terrified she was about to collapse on the ground. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain a calm voice as she spoke, "Prince, Ming'er has been crying for so long, and should have her milk now. May the wet nurse take her down?"
Ye Qiu reluctantly looked at the child, and said discontentedly to the wet nurse, "Alright, but next time you must not let the child cry like this again, otherwise this Prince will not spare you."
Seeing the child safely cradled in the wet nurse's arms, Lin Jingxian finally noticed the cold sweat on her back and couldn't help but shoot a resentful glance at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu, completely oblivious, cheerfully said, "Princess Consort, now that there's no one fussing, come and help me change."
Lin Jingxian pinched her fingers, took a deep breath, then displayed a mild and virtuous smile, "Your concubine is coming. Furong, go see if the maids have prepared the bath water."
