Zhao Yao waved his hand with an air of generosity and said, "It's okay."
The Emperor chuckled in exasperation, pulling his youngest son into his arms and pinching Zhao Yao's chubby cheeks.
"You little rascal..."
Seeing that it was about time, Liang Zhaoyi said, "Your Majesty, Miss Qin needs to rest, so I won't disturb you any longer."
Yu Meiren and Pan Cairen hurriedly saluted the Emperor.
Liang Zhaoyi looked at Qin Xiulian and said, "Miss Qin, take a good rest."
"Safe journey, Lady Zhaoyi."
Zhao Yao pulled away from the Emperor's embrace, gave his father a stern look, and then bowed, "I take my leave, Father."
Liang Zhaoyi led Zhao Yao out.
The Emperor watched the departing figure of Liang Zhaoyi, slightly furrowing his brow, with a thoughtful expression.
"Mother, let's hurry back to eat dumplings." As soon as they emerged from Qin Xiulian's tent, Zhao Yao eagerly said, "I want to eat fifty dumplings."
