Your Highness, You Don’t Know How to Take Care of the Baby

However, she had no choice. Mr. Xiao said that the baby couldn't be treated until he grew up.

Mo Qian'er looked at the baby, who was having trouble breathing, and covered him with a thin blanket. Although it was warm in the carriage, the wind still blew in.

Sitting opposite her, Lu Fenying looked at her nervous and pitiful appearance and reached out to hold the baby.

"I'll hold the baby. You sleep," Lu Fenying ordered.

Mo Qian'er hadn't fully recovered yet and she still needed to rest. If it wasn't for the fact that the matter in Heavenly Wind Empire couldn't wait any longer, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to return.

Mo Qian'er frowned. "Your Highness, you don't know how to take care of the baby. Just give him to me."

She smiled faintly. "He's small and weak - how heavy can he be?"

How could Lu Fenying, who wanted to set out despite the risk to the baby, care about him, let alone attend to him well?