Ah Yuan is fine, she's tough. Ah Ling's temperament is gentle, and if she gets bullied, it would be a shame for the years of master-servant relationship.
Ah Ling shyly smiled, "With you, my lady, no one would dare."
"I trust you to watch over the Eighth Prince," Ye Zao smiled, patting her arm, "Take care of him."
Ah Ling responded with an "aigh," supporting the Eighth Prince to stand up.
He can't walk, but he can stand.
Upon seeing his mother, Deng Deng was very happy, waving his arms for a hug.
His expression was one of great joy.
Ye Zao hugged the child, patting his back, "Little thing, want another hug? Mother can't lift you, you eat so much, you're much heavier than your brother."
Deng Deng didn't understand, just snuggled into his mother's embrace.
Ye Zao laughed and picked him up, "Oh dear, mother's arms will break from carrying you."
Deng Deng grinned, just smiling.
No sound, but clearly very happy.
