After the press conference, Ye Qing carried the sleeping Little Gugu back to the palace.
The butler said carefully, "Your Highness, the Queen wants you to go to her palace."
Ye Qing loosened his tie, his eyes dark as he hummed softly.
Going upstairs, Ye Qing put Little Gugu on the bed, covered him with the blanket, and took his phone to take a look.
During the press conference, he had video-called Gu Meng.
He was not a hundred percent sure if she would return to the fishing village the day after tomorrow.
Ye Qing curled his long index finger and scratched the tip of Little Gugu's nose lightly. "It all depends on your charm."
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In the Queen's Palace.
The magnificent hall was as bright as day. The Queen was not the only one sitting on the sofa. Mu Sihan and Ye Fengjun were also there.
The Queen's expression was serious, unlike how she usually looked when she saw Ye Qing's kind face.
