Mo Qian’er looked at him guilelessly.

  How infuriating.

  Mo Qian’er ignored him and focused on her son.

  The child was really thin, like a monkey. Mo Qian’er said in a low voice, “Since you’re so thin, I’ll call you Monkey. My master told me a story about a monkey who’s smart, amazing and shrewd. I’ll give you the same name: Wukong.”


  Lu Fenying put down his book. “What kind of name is Wukong?”


  Mo Qian’er raised her head and looked guilelessly at him again. Why was he listening to her talking to herself?

  She was just saying it, and hadn’t asked for his opinion.

  She knew that he wouldn’t like it.

  “The baby should have a name,” Mo Qian’er protested in a low voice.

  “Why does he need a name? Everybody has to call him the young crown prince. Who would dare call him by his name?” Lu Fenying didn’t think it was a big deal. They could slowly think of a name.

  “Then you and I have to call him something.”


  “Son, child, baby, little brat; call him whatever you want,” Lu Fenying said calmly as he sipped his tea.

  Mo Qian’er lowered her head, too lazy to talk to him anymore.

  In any case, she was going to call the baby Xiao Kong.

  When Xiao Kong fell asleep, Mo Qian’er put him down next to her and softly hummed a tune while patting his chest.

  “If he’s asleep, give him back to the wet nurse. Have someone come and help you wash up.”


  Mo Qian’er gave an “oh” – she had forgotten to wash up, and it was time to eat.

  “Has the young crown prince been fed?” Qian’er asked the wet nurse.

  “Miss Qian’er, the young crown prince fed this morning.”


  “How much did he eat?” Qian’er asked as she wiped her face.

  “Not much, but the young crown prince ate more than he did two days ago.”


  Qian’er nodded. “Please take good care of him.”


  “That is my duty.”


  “I know you’re good. If it wasn’t for Princess Zi’s request, you wouldn’t have to leave your hometown and your children……”


  Qian’er knew that Gu Bailu had carefully selected this wet nurse for her, which meant that she belonged to Gu Bailu.

  Naturally, Mo Qian’er didn’t dare neglect her.

  Lu Fenying had scared the wet nurse yesterday, and Mo Qian’er had to comfort her.

  “Miss Qian’er, don’t say that. It’s my honor to serve the young crown prince.”


  Qian’er was about to say something else, when a maid delivered the food.

  Qian’er looked at the food on the table and knew that Lu Fenying hadn’t eaten yet.

  Lu Fenying put down his book and said to the wet nurse, “Take the little crown prince away and eat well so that he doesn’t run out of food.”


  The wet nurse responded and carefully carried the baby away.

  Halfway through the meal, there was a pained scream from the carriage behind them, followed by the heart-wrenching sobs of a beauty.

  Lu Fenying gave Mo Qian’er two pieces of tofu. “Eat more. It’s nutritious.”


  Mo Qian’er lowered her head and didn’t say anything. The crown prince would probably never remember that she hated tofu.

  In the past, Mo Qian’er liked to eat tofu because Lu Fenying liked it.

  However, there was one time when Su Muwei went crazy and found fault with her, forcing her to eat two large buckets of tofu. Mo Qian’er hated tofu from then on; just looking at it nauseated her.

  She had eaten enough tofu for the rest of her life.

  She quietly pushed the tofu to the side of the bowl and focused on the rice.

  Lu Fenying saw that she didn’t seem to want to eat much and frowned. “Eat more. How can you take care of a baby when you’re so skinny?”