This night, Ye Zao and her son slept quite well.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Gungun turned over, planting a pair of small feet onto Ye Zao's belly, which was quite painful. Ye Zao was kicked awake, but in a daze, she simply stuffed Gungun's little feet back into her quilt. After pulling his quilt back up, she fell asleep again.
In her drowsy state, she thought, one's own child really is one's own; truly nothing is disdained.
As for Gungun, there's even less need to say, he slept so sweetly that he didn't wake up at all during the night.
However, in Qianqing Palace, Fourth Master's sleep wasn't so good.
He dreamt one dream after another and woke up feeling very tired, but couldn't remember anything he had dreamt the night before.
Early in the morning, Ye Zao and Gungun woke up one after the other, and upon glancing at each other, Gungun stretched out his hand to rub his eyes and sleepily called out, "Mother."
