Li Hongyuan lightly stroked his head, not saying a word.
"Fifth Imperial Uncle,"
"Hmm?"
"Can I visit Little Aunt often?"
"Xiaoqian likes Little Aunt?"
"Very, very much."
"...Alright."
"Yay!" Li Tingqian cheered up.
Li Hongyuan was infected by his happiness, smiling and patting him on the back: "Go to sleep, Uncle will pick you up tomorrow morning and take you back to the palace."
After watching Xiaoqian fall asleep, Li Hongyuan walked out and glanced back in the direction of the main room.
There was still light inside the room.
This woman, who was pregnant, was still reading so late at night, and he didn't know if she was reading some messy, erotic novels.
He returned to his own courtyard, just as Li Teng arrived.
"It's late, and my lord must be tired," Ms. Li wrung a towel for him, "Let me wipe your face, I have prepared some bird's nest soup, have a taste."
Li Hongyuan walked straight into the room and asked, "Why have you come so late?"