After a full day of festivities, they finally saw everyone off before the palace gates were locked. Serena Feng and Prince Nolan strolled slowly into the palace, carrying Little Dumpling between them as a family of three...
Little Dumpling knew his mother was tired, so instead of fussing and insisting on being held by her, he obediently curled up in Prince Nolan's arms. His little head kept nodding off, looking as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
Seeing his son drifting in and out of sleep, Prince Nolan immediately slowed his pace and signaled the eunuchs and guards behind them to keep their distance, so as not to disturb Little Dumpling.
Serena watched quietly with a smile. She knew Little Dumpling’s behavior today had made Prince Nolan unhappy, but it really wasn't her fault. No one expected that as soon as Little Dumpling saw William Wang Jinling, he would reach out for William and then refuse to let go, clinging to him all day.
Sigh... Serena let out a soft breath, worrying over her hopeless son...
Little Dumpling fell asleep before they reached the palace. After gently settling him in, Prince Nolan breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go," he said.
With that, he grabbed Serena's hand and hurried out of the palace.
This man really doesn't waste a single moment alone. Serena admitted that most of her energy lately had gone to Little Dumpling, but she hadn't neglected Prince Nolan either. Every night, the late-night snacks and medicinal teas he used while working were all prepared by her own hands—she never let anyone else do it.
But for this domineering man, it still wasn't enough!
"I want a bath!" The main hall where Prince Nolan lived had a hot spring pool behind it. As soon as they entered, he dismissed all the attendants, spread his arms wide, and signaled for Serena to undress him.
In the vast bath, only Prince Nolan and Serena were left...
After their lovemaking, Prince Nolan held Serena in his arms. Thinking of his troublesome son, he tentatively asked, "Serena, how about we wean Little Dumpling?"
"Alright." This time Serena didn't hesitate or make excuses to delay. Her straightforward answer made Prince Nolan wonder if he'd misheard. "You really mean it?"
"Of course I mean it." Serena turned, wrapped her arms around Prince Nolan's waist, and said, "Starting tonight, Little Dumpling will be weaned and sleep on his own." Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed Nolan's lips. "He's my son, but you're my husband—the one who'll be with me for life. In my heart, you're more important than Little Dumpling."
"No one in my heart could ever compare to you." Prince Nolan hugged Serena tightly. All his worries and unease vanished with her words...
The birth of Little Dumpling had brought him both joy and anxiety. He'd often wondered: if not for Little Dumpling, would Serena ever forgive him? If not for their son, would she have refused to return to the palace?
Prince Nolan couldn't bear the thought that Serena's forgiveness was for Little Dumpling's sake, not his—even if that person was his own son, he wouldn't allow it.
Hearing Serena's words today, the heavy stone in Prince Nolan's heart finally fell away. Thinking back on these anxious days, he couldn't help but complain, "You've really put me through the wringer lately."
He'd been so affected by Serena's actions, always worrying and second-guessing himself. If not for that, why would he have ended up fighting with Little Dumpling for her attention? So embarrassing...
"You made me so sad—how could I not torture you a little to get even?" Serena confessed her little grudge, making Prince Nolan both exasperated and amused. He gave her cheek a firm pinch. "So tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?"
"Whatever you want to do."
"You said it..."
Serena's clothes were half open as she leaned against Prince Nolan's chest, irresistibly alluring. Add her words to that, and if Prince Nolan could hold back now, he'd hardly be human...