Ling Tianyin's heart was in a mess.
His beloved woman had a worried expression and the son he doted on the most kept crying.
There was also a beautiful child at the side who glared at him angrily.
When he didn't come in just now…
Consort Lu had a lot of fun with the two children.
How long has it been since such laughter came from the Qinghe Palace?
Ling Tianyin felt a little regretful.
However, his self-esteem didn't allow him to show it.
Ling Tianyin lowered his eyes and walked up to Consort Lu, reaching out to grab her wrist.
He wanted to coax her first.
However, Consort Lu raised her hand and patted Ling Shen's back.
Her movements were natural, but she refused to let him shake her hand.
Ling Tianyin knew that Consort Lu's heart ached for her son, and he had done something wrong.
He couldn't help but lower his head and admit his mistake softly. "Xiangfu, it's my fault. Don't be angry."