"Prince."
"Prince."
People coming and going in the courtyard carefully stepped aside and greeted the young master as he returned.
In the main hall,
Mrs. Ye was embroidering. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and her eyes filled with joy upon seeing her son.
"Old Madam, the Prince has specifically come back to accompany you for supper," Xiaoqi said hastily, speaking before the Prince could.
However, the Prince was in a good mood today and did not blame him.
He walked over to his mother and glanced at the embroidery in her hands.
"Your eyesight is not good; you shouldn't bother with these trinkets," he said, his usual aloof tone hiding a hint of warmth.
"It's fine, I'm just passing the time embroidering."
After speaking, Mrs. Ye quickly turned to instruct the maid, "Xiao Lan, quickly, is the supper ready? Bring it out, it's rare for the young master to be home."
"Yes, Old Madam."
The return of the Prince brought a much-needed atmosphere to the otherwise gloomy old mansion.