Female Historian Lin was in a panic, pacing back and forth in the room.

"Why not summon the Princess of Yonghuai to take a look?" Dong Bai suggested.

Female Historian Lin grimaced and turned to scold.

"The Princess is not a doctor, what use is there in finding her?"

Dong Bai shrank his neck and silently retreated, and taking advantage of the guard’s inattention, he slipped away to the manor in the blink of an eye.

When Feng Yun arrived in a hurry, Female Historian Lin was still in the room chastising the wet nurses and Palace Attendants, saying that His Majesty should not have been allowed to play in the courtyard yesterday and had been exposed to too much sun.

Her voice was loud, and Yuan Shangyi turned to the side, covering his ears with the blanket.

Feng Yun heard it outside, and with a stern face, she marched in.

Two Imperial Guards stepped forward to block her.

"Princess, please halt."

Feng Yun gave them a cold look, sweeping her gaze over them.

"Wait for this servant to announce you." The guard, not making eye contact, bowed his head and offered a guilty salute.

"No need." Feng Yun smiled meaningfully, her voice calm and devoid of anger, yet irrefutable, "On my estate, if I had the slightest ill intent, none of you would see tomorrow’s sun."

The guards’ faces changed.

Suddenly, their faces turned red.

It was uncertain if it was out of anger or shame.

Feng Yun didn’t look at them and entered with Xiaoman, taking big strides.

Her cold demeanor left the guards with their mouths agape, unable to make a sound.

In the entire Yangxin Restaurant, no one dared to move.

As she parted the curtains, Feng Yun looked up to find herself meeting Female Historian Lin’s surprised gaze.

"So you’ve come, Princess." Female historian Lin was quick to catch the wind, and seeing Feng Yun’s imposing manner, she promptly buckled at the knees.

"Unaware of the Princess’s arrival, we failed to welcome you from afar..."

"I have come to fetch His Majesty."

Feng Yun spoke the word ’fetch’ forthrightly, changing Female Historian Lin’s expression.

"Where does the Princess intend to take His Majesty?"

Feng Yun gave her a glance, too lazy to reply.

Female Historian Lin was quite embarrassed.

The arrogance of the Princess of Yonghuai was unsettling to her, yet she had no choice but to yield respectfully, bowing and saying, "His Majesty is recuperating, and the doctor said it is not convenient for him to travel..."

"I have consulted Medical Officer Puyang and Doctor Yao, who said that going out for a walk is fine." Feng Yun said, without even looking at her anymore, and walked straight into the inner chamber, bowing outside the hanging curtain.

"This consort pays respects to His Majesty."

There was no response from behind the curtain.

It was so quiet, as if no one was there.

Was the child pretending to sleep?

Feng Yun was taken aback for a moment and then smiled, "The lotus flowers in the pond have bloomed, does Your Majesty wish to go see them?"

Yuan Shangyi had already heard her voice.

Biting his lower lip, his small face filled with expectation, but he forcefully restrained himself.

Feng Yun continued, "The seamstress’ pet cat has given birth to six kittens, doesn’t Your Majesty want to see them? The kittens are so cute."

Yuan Shangyi felt an itch in his heart.

He could bear it when she talked about lotus flowers.

Lotus could be seen in the palace too; they were not a rarity.

But he had never seen a cat give birth...

He wanted to go, but everyone told him he couldn’t, that he was the Emperor, and as soon as he stepped outside, it would cause countless people to become tense and anxious. Even Yansheng said that even the cicadas in the village were scared of him.

"Your Majesty..."

Feng Yun was still gentle, even smiling.

She wasn’t like Female Historian Lin, who lost her temper at every turn. Although she didn’t dare to scold him, she would always take it out on the Palace Attendants.

The Princess’s voice was also very pleasant, soft as a breeze by the flower wall, so gentle, warm, and soothing...

"They also have new farm tools out at the farm tools workshop. People from the village are going to watch. At Luotao Slope on the west of the village, they have built a new kiln and are firing it for the first time today. It’s festive everywhere, doesn’t Your Majesty want to take a look?"

There was still no sound from behind the curtain.

Feng Yun sighed faintly.

"Since Your Majesty is sound asleep, then sleep well. This consort will take her leave..."

She curtsied gracefully, without turning her head, and without moving to leave.

As expected...

The next instant, the curtain was pulled open from the inside by the child.

On his pale little face was a blush of embarrassment. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"I want to go."

Feng Yun smiled and looked down at the child before her, "I heard His Majesty refuses to take his medicine properly. If you don’t drink your medicine, you cannot go out to play."

Yuan Shangyi looked at her, feeling a bit guilty, and said in a low voice, "The medicine is bitter, I have to drink it every day, I can’t take it anymore."

Feng Yun suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

Subconsciously, she thought of Queque...

Every time he took medicine, she was heartbroken for her child, but he, understanding her feelings, would always say "It’s not bitter, it’s not bitter," then obediently close his eyes and gulp it down all at once, afterwards grinning at her with his little mouth.

He was only about the same age as Yuan Shangyi...

Similarly confined in the palace all day, like a little bird with broken wings...

How pitiful.

Back then, the people of Qi Palace were always quick to complain before Xiao Cheng, saying she favored Queque and didn’t show affection for Yuchu.

But what mother doesn’t love her child?

It wasn’t that she played favorites; it was that between the two children, Queque endured more hardship. And Yuchu, still young, received proper care within the palace; her maternal love had little scope to be displayed...

"Princess," Yuan Shangyi saw her staring at him without speaking for a long time, and his little face visibly began to droop.

"I’ll take the medicine. Will you take me to see the kittens and the kiln, okay?"

"Of course," Feng Yun’s emotions seemed to surge in an instant. She bent down and wrapped her arms around Yuan Shangyi, hugging him tightly.

"I brought some delicious preserved fruit. After you take your medicine, we’ll sneak a couple of pieces. They’re very sweet."

Yuan Shangyi’s eyes lit up.

Not because of the preserved fruit, but because of this embrace.

Very few people would hug him so affectionately.

Even his mother did so rarely.

He thought only his birth mother would embrace him like that, but it turns out the Princess would too...