Song Yunzhao was delighted. "Really?"
"A sovereign does not speak in jest."
Song Yunzhao immediately cheered up. 'It's so much better with the Empress Dowager out of the palace.' Look, Feng Yi could even take her out of the palace now. "So when are we leaving? Should we bring the child?"
"Do you want to bring him?" Feng Yi asked, looking at Yun Zhao.
Yun Zhao was torn. She wanted to spend some time alone with Feng Yi, but she couldn't just leave their son in the palace—not with An Shutong still around. Suddenly, she looked at Feng Yi and said, "Feng Ze is so big now, but he's never been to his maternal grandparents' home. What if we send him to my father's place?"
Feng Yi nodded. "Alright. We'll send him over first thing in the morning and pick him up when we return to the palace."
Song Yunzhao was overjoyed. She got up, threw herself into Feng Yi's arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, "My father will definitely be thrilled."
