“Should I call you grandma?”
In Gu Shi Yun’s sleeping palace, Fang Ming Jing’s eyes widened like chestnuts.
Before him was a beautiful woman in palace attire, her mature charm radiating.
Her crimson palace skirt was like fire, outlining her full and graceful figure. Her long, raven black hair, adorned with golden hairpins and a phoenix crown, cascaded down like a waterfall. Underneath her stunningly beautiful face, a snowy white neck glistened.
She smiled, restrained and dignified.
But those peach blossom-like, narrow eyes held a touch of flirtatiousness, especially when she slightly lifted her jade-like teeth, revealing a beauty spot under her lips, making her even more alluring.
“Grandma…?”
As if not expecting such a question, Liu Shi Mei couldn’t help but smile despite her surprise.
Looking at the adorable child before her, she felt her heart completely come alive.
How could there be such a lovable child in the world?
As exquisite as a painting, his youthful beauty was unbearably cute. Beneath his long, delicate eyelashes, his gaze was clear and pure, making anyone who saw him feel a sweetness in their hearts.
“Truly adorable.”
“Hmm, since you call Shi Yun ‘aunt’, then call me ‘grandma’,” she said casually.
“Good child…”
“So adorable…”
With watery eyes, Liu Shi Mei didn’t hide her fondness. She gently embraced Fang Ming Jing with her slender hand.
‘Grandmother’?
Her self-address made Fang Ming Jing blink his eyes.
In the palace, the self-address “Grandmother” wasn’t something that could be used casually, because it implied ‘widowhood’. Therefore, only after the emperor’s death could the empress or empress dowager refer to themselves as ‘grandmother’.
“Wuu, grandma don’t pinch my face,”
he softly resisted.
Upon hearing that, a faint smile appeared on Liu Shi Mei’s mature and charming face.
“Alright, grandma won’t pinch Jing er’s face anymore.”
“Hmm~,”
“Qing He, go to the kitchen and bring some pastries.”
“Yes.”
Qing He, who was standing by, quickly went to carry out the order.
Liu Shi Mei looked at Fang Ming Jing with eyes full of love. She seemed to be coaxing a child, tenderly touching her forehead against his and then rubbing it against him.
The Little Saint Son liked this gesture.
Moreover, he found Liu Shi Mei’s scent particularly pleasant and sniffed her again with his small nose.
At this moment,
“Mother?”
Gu Shi Yun returned to the sleeping palace and saw the two, her face full of surprise.
“You’re back? How did it go with your imperial brother?”
“…”
Gu Shi Yun didn’t answer, clearly unwilling to talk about it in front of Fang Ming Jing.
She walked over, crouched next to Fang Ming Jing, picked him up, and said with a gentle smile and tender eyes: “I was just about to take Jing er to greet you, but I didn’t expect Mother to come first.”
“Grandmother can’t help but worry, so I came over to see him,”
Liu Shi Mei replied.
Fang Ming Jing looked very obedient.
Actually, he could sense that Gu Shi Yun was hiding something from him, but he didn’t show it on the surface.
I’ll secretly inquire later…
“Hmm, Auntie and Grandma look alike,” he said.
“Really?”
“Hmm, you are both beautiful.”
“You little rascal, you’re being sweet again.”
“Am I?”
With a concerned expression, Fang Ming Jing pursed his lips. In Gu Shi Yun’s arms, he reached out to Liu Shi Mei: “Grandma, try some?”
His deliberate coquettishness nearly melted the heart of the palace-dressed beauty.
She took Fang Ming Jing from Gu Shi Yun’s arms.
At this time, Qing He returned with the pastries. The jujube cakes in the box were beautifully made, but Fang Ming Jing didn’t like them. He found the osmanthus cakes and taro cakes more appealing, so Liu Shi Mei fed him several more bites.
“Qing He Jie, what are we doing here this time?”
After eating, under the pretext of a stroll, Fang Ming Jing asked Qing He to take him to the courtyard.
“We’re not doing anything, Little Saint Son. The princess is just back to visit her family,”
“Oh,”
Qing He’s answer made Fang Ming Jing realize he couldn’t get any information out of her.
…Mainly, I don’t want to alert them.
He looked at the clean and clear lake in the courtyard, couldn’t help but approach to take a look at the fish. As soon as he got closer, several fish suddenly jumped out of the water in a queue-like manner, splashing around him and struggling.
I don’t want to eat them.
After grumbling to himself, the fish on the shore, struggling and jumping, desperately leaped back into the water.
I want to eat fish…
Finally back in the water, the fish, not yet recovered, automatically leaped onto the shore again.
This is quite fun.
At this moment, Fang Ming Jing seemed to have discovered a new world.
On the other side,
“Saint Son!?”
Liu Shi Mei couldn’t help but exclaim.
She had no idea about Fang Ming Jing’s identity before, thinking he was only a descendant of her daughter in the Holy Land. But now, hearing Fang Ming Jing’s identity, she was simply shocked.
The name Fang Ming Jing, the Saint Son of the Upper Heavens, was currently causing a stir in the Zhongruo Continent.
The most talented Saint Son in the history of the Holy Land…
Looking at the young figure playing happily in the courtyard, the Empress Dowager felt a mixture of shock and even more love in her heart.
“With Jing er’s connection, we don’t have to fear the Great Yan Empire.”
“Hmm…but I still want to spend a few more days with Jing er before I tell him about this. I want to take him to have some fun first,”
If she could, Gu Shi Yun wouldn’t want Fang Ming Jing to know.
But after much thought, there seemed to be no other way.
…
I overestimated myself. This is one chapter short.