Soft-hearted

When Mu Yangling woke up again, it was already dark outside. She blinked to adapt to the darkness. Turning around, she saw the child by the pillow under the moonlight.

Mu Yangling's heart softened. She reached out and touched his forehead. The child was sleeping quite soundly. Probably because he had been disturbed, his nose twitched twice. His tiny brows creased, then he opened his mouth slightly and moved his body twice. After which, he tilted his head and continued sleeping.

Spring, who was on duty outside, heard the commotion and came in with a lamp. "Fourth Madam, you're awake?"

Mu Yangling nodded and said, "I'm hungry. Go get some food."

Spring asked a young lass to guard Mu Yangling while she put on some clothes and went to the small kitchen to get the chef to cook for Mu Yangling.

Cooked with chicken broth, a handful of vegetables, and two eggs, Spring carefully carried the noodles to Mu Yangling.