Seeing how furious she was, Xiao Yu slowed his steps a little.
He turned back and said, "Mother, calm down first. We can talk this through."
Only when the Princess Consort of Zhennan saw him stop did she pause to catch her breath.
"My dear, don't make yourself ill with anger," the Prince of Zhennan said as he approached.
The Princess Consort of Zhennan raised her eyes and gave him a sidelong look. "You won't even keep your son in line..."
"My dear, has he been bullying you? I'll go teach him a proper lesson right now."
With that, the Prince of Zhennan grabbed the wooden club he had prepared earlier and started toward Xiao Yu.
The Princess Consort of Zhennan hurriedly caught his arm. "Where are you going? You never know your own strength. What if you hurt An An? At New Year's, too... how inauspicious would that be?"
She snatched the wooden club from his hand and tossed it far away.
The Prince of Zhennan took the opportunity to relieve her of her feather duster as well.
"Then let's leave him be."
He stepped forward and scooped her into his arms. "My dear, it's late... time for bed."
As her feet left the ground, the Princess Consort of Zhennan's face flushed.
Her gaze flickered away. "...Put me down at once. Qi'an is still watching... this is hardly proper."
She turned to look toward Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu met her eyes and even waved at her.
The Princess Consort of Zhennan flushed still deeper and quietly buried her face in her husband's chest.
How mortifying.
She reflexively thumped the Prince of Zhennan's chest, then remembered to lift her head and glare at him.
This is all your fault.
Now our son is laughing at me.
The Prince of Zhennan