The path from the Princess Hall to the Imperial Study Room is not far. The weather was just perfect, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze, creating a refreshing atmosphere, so Mo Shu took the opportunity to take a walk with the child in her arms.
Meanwhile, Little Honey Pot on Mo Shu's shoulder looked back, and upon seeing that familiar guard, reached out his hand, crying, "Ah ya!"
Yu Siqiao couldn't help but press his lips together and smile, waving at the little guy.
Little Honey Pot was delighted, swaying in Mom's arms, and extending his little hands towards Yu Siqiao.
Mo Shu found it a bit strange, turning back to see this new guard teasing her child.
Mo Shu smiled softly and said, "Does Little Honey Pot like Uncle?"
Little Honey Pot babbled happily, reaching his little hands out towards him, calling out joyfully.
Yu Siqiao quickly reverted to a serious demeanor and stopped looking at the child.
