Gong Yao came over holding the child, "Your Majesty, are you leaving?"
"Yes, I have something to attend to. I'll come and chat with you next time."
"Safe journey, Your Majesty."
Gong Yao stood at the door, watching the two leave, a trace of envy and melancholy passing through her eyes.
The little wolf cub seemed to sense its mother's low mood, using its two little claws to clutch at her chest and licked her face.
Gong Yao couldn't help but chuckle, patting its little head, "I know you're hungry. The kitchen should have finished cooking. Go have your meal."
The little wolf cub caught the words "have a meal" precisely and yelped excitedly twice, eager to jump out of her arms and rushed towards the kitchen.
"You little rascal, wait for me!"
Gong Yao laughed and scolded as she chased after him.
