In the Prince Xuan's Manor.
Yun Linzhou locked himself in his room. There was no light in the room. He sat quietly on the chair, his expression was very gloomy.
At the door, his mother asked worriedly, "Zhou'er, you haven't eaten much for dinner. Why don't you come out and eat more? How about Mother make your favorite dragon whisker pastry for you?"
Yun Linzhou did not speak for a long time.
Princess Consort Xuan sighed softly. "I will talk to your father and elder brother about today's matter. It's all his fault for being too hasty and wanting to rope in Marquis Yongye. We didn't expect the princess to suddenly have a stomachache. We didn't take good care of her this time. This won't happen again next time."
As she spoke, Princess Consort Xuan's voice softened. "I know you like to play with the princess. When Mother enters the palace to pay her respects to the Noble Consort, you can come along too, okay?"