Unable to deny his son's persistence, Feng Yi took him for a boat ride on the Dragon Pool. Yun Zhao had already returned to prepare, so dinner was ready just as the father and son arrived.
Feng Yun was clearly delighted, calling out "Imperial Father" again and again. The smile never left Feng Yi's face.
Song Yunzhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The thing was, Feng Yun was a quiet child. Even after learning to talk, he was nothing like his older brother had been—a little chatterbox.
'He must have been truly happy today.' After the meal, Feng Yi took his son for another walk around the lake before finally sending him back. The nannies and attendants busily helped the young master wash up and change for bed.
Feng Yi then returned upstairs. Yun Zhao, who had just finished her bath, saw him and smiled. "You've had a long day. You should wash up and get some rest. The hot water is ready for you."
