Mrs. Zhen sat down, adjusted her hem, and glanced at Du Yunluo.
Du Yunluo felt a bit guilty, but when she thought about how Mrs. Zhen had seen through her thoughts, hiding it would only make Mrs. Zhen suspicious. So she leaned closer, hugged Mrs. Zhen, and said, "Mother, my stomach still hurts."
Her voice was soft and sweet, somewhat like the cat that Nanny Zhao raised, causing Mrs. Zhen to laugh: "Just bear it, you've worked too hard this month, which is why this happened. Once we return, you should take better care of yourself, and it won't happen again. When we get to the inn, I'll have Nanny Zhao make you some soup."
Mrs. Zhen didn't mention Mu Lianxiao anymore. Sensing the right moment, Du Yunluo stopped asking and rested against Mrs. Zhen.
As she held Du Yunluo tighter, Mrs. Zhen's eyes were gentle, knowing her little darling was clinging to her more and more, even more than when she was younger.
