"Ah." She stood up and walked over to the divan. "Mom heard you caught a small ermine. Is it this little one?"
Duan Yue's body swayed, and he quickly picked up the little fellow. He hid her in his arms and protested, "Mom, I can't let you have her!"
Noble Consort Duan scolded him with a laugh and jabbed his shoulder with her finger. "Look, look. Someone had previously talked big and said everything he caught would belong to Mom!"
Duan Yue scratched his nose and instantly felt embarrassed. However, he still tightly guarded the little ermine in his arms. "Just except for this one."
Yet who knew that Qiao Mu sprung from his chest and spung her chubby little body in the air, leaping toward Noble Consort Duan.
"Mom, don't be scared, she won't…" Duan Yue was alarmed. He hastily wanted to tell his mother that this little ermine was tame and probably wouldn't scratch her.
