Mother, Are We Going to Pack Up and Flee?

Ye Siming looked elsewhere. After a while, a fair hand pinched a piece of candy and brought it to his lips.

"Elder Brother Siming, open your mouth and I'll feed you!"

A hint of unnaturalness flashed across Ye Siming's face. He said awkwardly, "I'm not eating it."

Gu Nuo'er stuffed it further forward and her little finger touched his thin lips a few times.

"Come on, eat it. It's sweet. You didn't even eat any just now!"

Just as the two of them were arguing, the carriage suddenly went over a stone and jolted.

Gu Nuo'er was caught off guard and her small body rolled forward like a glutinous rice ball.

Ye Siming quickly grabbed her small hand and pulled the child back into his arms.

Outside, the old coachman apologized in a panic, "Princess, are you alright? This old servant deserves to die! I didn't notice that stone."