Before Song Yunzhao could speak, Feng Ze, who had been lying motionless on the couch, suddenly rolled over and looked toward Consort Shu.
"Oh!" Consort Shu beamed, carefully picking up the Eldest Prince. She had become quite adept at holding a baby without even realizing it. "My dear Eldest Prince is just the cutest. Look what I brought for you."
As if presenting a treasure, Consort Shu pressed a hollow, filigreed gold ball into his hand. It was slightly larger than a walnut, and Feng Ze struggled to grip it. The ball slipped from his grasp and fell onto the large couch, making a pleasant chiming sound.
Feng Ze took an instant liking to it and rolled over, trying to chase the ball.
Song Yunzhao: "..."
After Consort Shu had her fun playing with the child, Song Yunzhao called the wet nurse in to take Feng Ze away. With him around, the two of them couldn't possibly have a proper conversation.
