Longyuan Is Pretending to Be a Good Boy

The days passed—soon, Longyuan and Fengwu were a month old.

Han Moze had invited his ministers to join the festivities in one of the vast palace halls.

"Don't carry me, Mother! I want to walk!" Longyuan told Liu Rushuang, pursing his lips.

Han Moze was feeding Fengwu, and he shot a cold glare at Longyuan in his yellow robes. "Go on, if you dare!"

Longyuan pouted and retorted unhappily, "I want to walk! Why can't you let me walk?"

Liu Rushuang could not help smiling then, and told Han Moze mildly, "Yuan'er is a good boy now, Ze. We can let him walk, since he knows most of the people here! It would be good to let them be acquainted!"

Han Moze snorted coldly. "Fine, walk if you want—just don't cause trouble, get it?"

Just a few days ago, the brat had taken out one of his robes, lay it over one of the gardens and lay on it like a carpet.