An Ning carefully cleaned Xiao Luming's wounds and bandaged them.
"Don't get them wet for the next couple of days," An Ning instructed, "You've hurt your right hand, and can't help your father with reviewing memorials. You don't need to go to Qiankun Hall for the next few days; I'll accompany your father."
"Yes," Xiao Luming replied respectfully, then asked, "Mother, do you think I'm interrupting you and Father?"
He asked very earnestly.
An Ning smiled helplessly, "Mother simply thinks your health is more important."
"Ping Gonggong has told me several times that since Mother returned to the palace, your relationship with Father has greatly improved," Xiao Luming stated bluntly.
An Ning's eyes flickered slightly.
Lin Zichan's gaze seemed to tighten too.
"I'm not jealous. I hope Mother and Father can be together harmoniously," Xiao Luming quickly said, "Moreover, I hope Mother and Father can give us more brothers and sisters."
