"She is sleeping," Yin Weiyin said.
"Just wake her up then."
"Let her sleep a bit more. Children should sleep more," Yin Weiyin shook his head and said.
Lin Wanxiao, having a child now, seemed to stand taller in front of Qin Qingluo.
Qin Qingluo frowned. In recent days, she either received New Year's visits and gifts from local officials, tribal leaders, and prestigious families in the Prince Mansion's main hall, rewarded border soldiers, reviewed military exercises to stabilize military morale, or handled the document accumulation or new governmental matters due to the holiday, and coordinated local affairs. Not a moment was free, perhaps due to the busy time right after the New Year, she seemed more solemn than usual.
"My daughter from the Qin Family must not be so lazy. Wake her up after a rest," she said.
Since it wasn't his own child, Yin Weiyin couldn't argue with this Princess, so he nodded.
