"Wanwan, let me in..." the Crown Prince stood at the door with a pitiful voice.
She was awake, but she didn't want to see him.
What should he do now?
Inside the tent, Yan Wanqing acted as if she hadn't heard him at all, feeding and playing with the little infant in her arms. Being a premature baby, its eyes were not yet fully opened, and its limbs were more than twice as small as those of a normally born child.
The tiny one nestled in her arms, sucking on the milk instinctively, one gulp after another.
Yan Wanqing was in pain.
But the emotional turmoil was greater than the physical pain.
It wasn't until after she had finished feeding the baby that Mrs. Sun took the child and said, "Wanwan, after all, he is the Crown Prince of Dawei, you cannot be too harsh."
Yan Wanqing adjusted her clothes and replied, "I know, Mother."
"Cong Ge, ask the Crown Prince to come in."
