Lin Zhi's face flushed slightly. "It wasn't hard. Anything is worth it for you."
Chu Jing was deeply moved. He pulled both mother and son into his embrace, his heart swelling with an aching tenderness that made him want to weep.
Chu Fengrao's one-month birthday banquet was an exceptionally grand affair. His Majesty and the palace Ladies bestowed generous rewards upon them. What was particularly noteworthy was that the Eldest Princess not only sent a lavish gift but also attended in person.
She looked at the fair, adorable little baby with a hint of envy. "You certainly are lucky, having a son right off the bat.
"By the way, how is that Cousin Wen of yours doing nowadays?"
Lin Zhi ignored her passive-aggressive tone. "Cousin Wen? I haven't heard any news about her for a long time." She had stopped paying attention to the woman after dealing with her. Presumably, she was still alive.
