Shen Yinning gazed at the child in the cradle.
The little one was sleeping soundly. He was well-behaved, rarely fussing, and hardly giving her any trouble.
Hosting a banquet, why not?
She said lazily, "Then make the arrangements as you see fit. It's fine to make it lively and festive."
Upon hearing this, a gentle glow flickered in Lu Ying's narrow eyes.
For the past few months, Zhaozhao had been unwilling to speak to him.
Today's remark was already among the more wordy things she'd said to him lately.
He tucked the brocade quilt snugly around Shen Yinning, saying, "Rest well. I'll come see you again tomorrow."
The palace maids in the inner chamber bowed and respectfully saw him out.
Normally, at a time like this, Li Zhu would have left as well.
But tonight, she remained rooted in place, watching Shen Yinning with a gaze filled with complex emotions that defied explanation.
Shen Yinning fiddled with a cloth tiger, her voice faint. "What?"
