Noticing Princess Consort Wan's eyes were fixed on Feng Ze, Song Yunzhao immediately thrust her son into the other woman's arms.
Princess Consort Wan froze, holding the child as if he were a ticking time bomb.
Song Yunzhao pretended not to notice. "This little guy is getting heavier and heavier. Sister Wan, could you hold him for a moment for me?"
Princess Consort Wan wanted to refuse, but when she met Feng Ze's big, sparkling, smiling eyes, she couldn't help but hold him tighter. A child's body was so soft—it was a novel experience for her.
Song Yunzhao followed Princess Consort Wan into the hall and watched as she placed the boy on a large couch, even taking out several Jade Handicrafts for him to play with. One of them, a Jade Toad, was so exquisitely carved that Feng Ze refused to let it go.
Watching Feng Ze's delighted expression, Princess Consort Wan thought to herself, 'The Eldest Prince is far more likable than his mother.'
