"You've certainly got some courage." Li Yun hefted him, an unconscious hint of approval in his eyes.
'Li Yun's son must have courage, but also the awareness to reflect on his own actions.'
Li Yan's cheeks were flushed and his bangs were plastered to his forehead with sweat, yet he was grinning from ear to ear. Just moments ago, he had been sniffling and wanting only Ming Lingyi. Now, he had instantly switched the object of his affection, his small head unconsciously leaning against that broad shoulder.
Ming Lingyi thought Li Yun would put Li Yan down, but to her surprise, he carried the boy all the way back to the Eastern Palace.
As the palace attendants took Li Yan away to wash up and change his clothes, Li Yun sidled up to Ming Lingyi and cleared his throat softly. "So, that counts as placating him, right?"
Ming Lingyi replied, "It would be great if you were always this patient with him."
Li Yun said, "I can't do that."
Ming Lingyi: "?"
