From the corner of her eye, Noble Consort Qiao saw the child move.
She turned around and saw Gu Nuo'er lying down, hiding the parts of her small face from her nose onward under the blanket.
Only a pair of big eyes that were as clear as glass were revealed, blinking, as she listened to them quietly.
Noble Consort Qiao quickly coughed lightly.
Gu Yihan understood and looked to the side.
Just now, his eyes were filled with killing intent. Now that he saw his daughter's soft and fair face, Gu Yihan immediately smiled dotingly.
"Baby Nuo has woken up? Let Father carry you."
The child was carried in Gu Yihan's arms. Her pink lips were like two peach blossom petals, sparkling and pink.
"Father, when can we return to the palace?"
"Father has already arranged for the imperial guards to clear the path. We can leave in about four hours. Baby Nuo must be anxious from waiting, right?"