"Master?" Jing Xin was stunned.
Qu Tan'er smiled as she wiped away the tears at the corner of her eye, "Hehe, the little guy is too adorable."
"Yes, the Crown Prince is very cute."
Not far off, Mo Liancheng watched mother and son play together.
He understood her strangeness too.
Just that her extraordinary birth had destined her not to be like other ordinary mothers, able to stay by her child's side and enjoy that kind of familial love and happiness.
Perhaps, that's also called destiny.
Qu Tan'er brought it up and planned to take Yu'er back to the Eighth Prince Manor to stay for a while.
The Emperor didn't refuse this trivial matter.
After eating dinner, a procession took the palace carriage back to the Eighth Prince Manor.
Inside the carriage, Qu Tan'er held the little one, who after a year had not shown any sign of being shy, sitting in her embrace and curiously looking at the two people.
