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The palace maid by the Empress Dowager led a little boy about four or five years old, his large eyes clear and pure, innocently gazing at Song Jiyun.

Her heart "clenched."

Wasn't this the little boy she had encountered at the door of the outer chamber that day?

"Miss Song," the palace maid by the Empress Dowager said politely with a smile, "The Noble Consort prefers to use her own people, so we entrust Lord Prince to you."

Upon hearing this, the little boy hurled himself onto Song Jiyun, hugging her waist and burying his head in her abdomen.

Song Jiyun was at a loss for words.

What kind of luck was this? Going out for a food box, she encountered Noble Consort Wan; stepping out for some air, she met the Eldest Prince.

She did not want to attract attention.

She just wanted to idle in a corner like a mushroom.

Song Jiyun's mind raced, contemplating how to decline the assignment, when she suddenly realized the little boy clinging to her was shivering.

The boy was scared!