Noble Consort Duan harrumphed. "I didn't make her stuffed!"
"Yes, yes, yes. It's all Little Dumpling's fault for not knowing her limits and being gluttonous!" After saying this, Duan Yue quickly slipped out the yurt while holding Qiaoqiao.
Noble Consort Duan indignantly watched her son go, criticizing him for being stingy.
This little ermine was quick-witted and adorable. She liked her so much. No wonder her son wanted to snatch the little ermine from her!
"Little Dumpling, Master will take you around for a stroll."
Qiao Mu gave him an lethargic look. She couldn't care less.
The moment Duan Yue left the yurt, he heard a bright laugh. "Fourth Brother."
He turned around and saw Crown Prince Rong Li walking over with the second prince and third prince.
Behind the three of them trailed Commandery Princess Xiangchang. Her eyes were still red, as if she had cried the whole night.
