Fourth Master found it amusing that such a young child knew that The Empress Dowager had made things difficult for Zaozao.
He ruffled his hair, "Are you hungry? Your Imperial Father thinks you're hungry, is that right?"
This is his youngest child, and it's not too much to indulge him a little.
"This child is indeed growing well, sturdy." The Empress Dowager said with a smile.
No matter how you put it, the two sons born to the Noble Consort are in very good health. Even at this age, they've rarely had colds.
"Thank you, Lady, for the praise." Ye Zao smiled.
Perhaps seeing her mother could still smile, or perhaps feeling that his Imperial Father didn't say anything at the time, the Eighth Prince glared at Fourth Master and then moved closer to his mother.
Fourth Master knew in his heart that this was his youngest son showing dislike...
Then he glanced at Ye Zao with an expression as if saying, "Look, the Eighth Prince is biased again."
Ye Zao pretended not to see.
