Could You Stop Putting on This Show of Mother-Son Affection?

Qian Renxue typed a question mark.

His expression was somewhat stiff.

So if Xue Lian hadn't made such a fuss, this kid wouldn't have been planning to reveal this important matter, right?

After putting the food Lin Luo had placed in her mouth, Qian Renxue chewed gently, then asked, "Didn't you practice court dance with me several years ago?"

Lin Luo nodded.

He added, "But I've forgotten a bit now."

Qian Renxue replied casually, "It should be a few more days. With a little more practice, I should be able to remember it."

Xue Lian gripped the table with her little hands. The little girl could cry and stop at the same time. She looked at Lin Luo curiously and asked, "Who does brother want to be his dance partner?"

Lin Luo looked up, her gaze drifting towards Ye Lingling.

Ye Lingling was a little confused, and immediately replied, "I don't know court dance."

Lin Luo shrugged. "Well, there's nothing we can do then but ask Bo Saixi."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's pupils dilated as if in shock.

Ye Lingling asked curiously, "Who is Bo Saixi?"

Lin Luo: "The head chef of the imperial kitchen."

Ye Lingling suddenly remembered and said with a smile, "Oh, it's that person who cooks terribly!"

"Smack!"

Qian Renxue suddenly slammed her chopsticks on the table, instantly drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

The three of them turned to look at her; apart from Lin Luo, the other mother and daughter looked completely bewildered.

Did I say something wrong? Wasn't I the one who cooks terribly...? Ye Lingling wondered to herself.

Qian Renxue reached for the teapot expressionlessly and said, "You guys continue chatting, don't worry about me. I'm just suddenly a little thirsty."

She silently poured herself a cup of tea.

Lin Luo lowered his head to eat, but he felt that Qian Renxue was tearing him to pieces with her eyes.

I regret saying it now. It would have been better if I hadn't Bo Saixi; mentioning Bo Saixi only added fuel to the fire.

Qian Renxue was definitely angry just now.

Ye Lingling said, "Lin Luo, since you learned the court dance from the Crown Prince, why don't you have the Crown Prince accompany you? Anyway, she can disguise herself as a palace maid outside."

Qian Renxue didn't say anything, holding a chopstick in one hand and vigorously sticking it back and forth in her rice, as if she didn't know what the rice had done to offend her.

Lin Luo glanced at her. "She probably doesn't want to."

"You don't want to?" Ye Lingling turned to look at Qian Renxue and asked, "Crown Prince, don't you want to?"

Qian Renxue stopped sticking her chopsticks into the rice and said irritably, "It's not a matter of whether I'm willing or not, it's that I'm not worthy."

Ye Lingling: "..."

She was a little confused; their relationship had almost improved, so why did it suddenly turn sour again?

Lin Luo tried to salvage the situation. "I never said you weren't good enough for me."

Qian Renxue looked up at him, responded with a cold "heh," and then continued to eat her rice.

Ye Lingling felt that if this woman kept adding rice, the table would crack along with the bowls.

She thought for a moment, then continued to smooth things over, "No matter who we choose as a dance partner, Lin Luo has almost forgotten how to dance, so why don't you help Lin Luo practice again after dinner, Crown Princess? As for who the dance partner will be, we can talk about that after practice."

Lin Luo certainly wanted Qian Renxue to be his dance partner. Although somewhat reluctant, he still said, "Yes, thank you for your trouble!"

Qian Renxue turned to look at Ye Lingling and asked, "Who is he talking to?"

Ye Lingling didn't respond, instead shifting her awkward gaze to Lin Luo.

Lin Luo forced a smile and looked at Qian Renxue: "Mom."

Qian Renxue continued eating, coldly saying, "I can't hear you."

Seeing that Lin Luo was about to storm off, Ye Lingling glared at him and quickly made a gesture of pressing her hands down.

This means to calm down.

I really regret marrying into the palace; this mother and son are such a worry!

Lin Luo took a deep breath and called out, "Mother!"

Qian Renxue felt her smile was about to burst out, and she softly replied, "Oh."

Ye Lingling finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "Eat, eat, let's eat first..."

Lin Luo buried his head in his food and wolfed it down, just like Qian Renxue, venting all his resentment on the food.

Qian Renxue felt incredibly satisfied upon witnessing this scene.

At this moment, Xue Lian looked up and asked a question that had been troubling her for a long time.

"Mom, why is it that outside, Mom is both Dad and a palace maid?"

Ye Lingling patted her little head. "You'll understand when Lian'er grows up."

Xue Lian seemed to have a million questions. She swung her toes and asked, "When will Lian'er grow up?"

Qian Renxue replied, "The moment Lian'er knows the answer herself, she will have grown up."

"Lian'er wants to know the answer herself!!"

The little girl opened her mouth excitedly, but when she turned her head, her mother fed her a big mouthful of food, which almost made her vomit.

After dinner, in the spacious hall.

Qian Renxue waved her hand impatiently. "Hurry up and come here, let me invite you?"

Lin Luo got up from his seat and walked up to Qian Renxue with a sour face.

For some reason, Qian Renxue suddenly felt that her son had grown a head taller.

Despite spending four years together day and night, it feels like I'm only now realizing how much he's grown up.

Four years ago, Lin Luo only reached her lower abdomen. Every time they met, he would run over, open his arms, hug her waist, and press his cheek against her stomach.

And now, the top of this kid's head is up to her nose.

But when they meet, she won't run over and call out "Mom" so affectionately anymore.

She stared blankly at Lin Luo's head, lost in thought.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Luo raised his hand to touch his hair, scratched it a few times, but didn't find anything foreign. He looked at Qian Renxue strangely.

Qian Renxue pouted and said, "It's nothing, I just noticed how quickly you've grown. It feels like you were so small just yesterday..."

She raised her hand to indicate the height of a six or seven-year-old child.

Lin Luo was speechless. "You really are a busy person, you don't even remember how tall I am."

Qian Renxue frowned. "Who said I don't remember you? I meant I was amazed at how fast you've grown up. Can't you hear the implication?"

Lin Luo: "I was just joking, why are you so upset?"

Ye Lingling, holding Xue Lian, said from the side, "Can we please stop with this mother-son love drama? It's so cheesy. Lian'er and I want to watch dancing."

"You're the one with the deepest motherly love!"

"You're the one with the deepest motherly love!"

Lin Luo and Qian Renxue turned their heads almost simultaneously, blushing as they retorted.

Ye Lingling shrank back, then said, "We are clearly... a mother and daughter."

Xue Lian happily bounced around in her arms.

Qian Renxue and Lin Luo ignored her and turned their heads back.

Do you remember where you put your hands?

She asked Lin Luo.

The latter nodded, placed his hand on Qian Renxue's waist, and then raised his other hand to grasp Qian Renxue's hand.

"So?"

Lin Luo confirmed with her.

Qian Renxue nodded gently and placed one of her hands on Lin Luo's shoulder.

"Okay, let's try walking around."

Lin Luo took the first step smoothly, but on the second step, he stepped on Qian Renxue's foot. The latter cried out "Ouch!" and threw Lin Luo to the ground.

"Thump!"

Qian Renxue: "You big idiot!"

Lin Luo roared, "I already told you I forgot!"

Ye Lingling and Xue Lian both widened their eyes.