From Qianqiu Palace to Liangyi Hall, the path was meticulously cleaned. The accumulated snow was swept aside to line the sides of the road like a white border, while the snowflakes resting on the palace walls hadn't been cleared in time. A gust of wind would occasionally blow fine snowflakes onto people's faces.
This cool sensation was not at all unpleasant, especially for Little Yuanzi, who seemed to particularly enjoy the snow. His face would light up with happiness whenever he was sprinkled with it.
Along the way, laughter and joyous voices continuously echoed.
Seeing her son so happy, Shang Ruyi was naturally in high spirits, and even Yu Wenye, who walked alongside her, seemed to have softened his stern gaze. Meanwhile, Nanny Feng and Tushere, trailing behind them, were cautious, worried that Shang Ruyi might not be able to carry the child and ready to intervene at any moment.
As they proceeded, Tushere quietly asked, "Are you feeling well now?"
