Suxi sat in the carriage, cradling her three-month-old daughter.
The daughter was named by the Emperor himself, called Sang Yuan, with the nickname "Tuanyuan."
According to what Sang Kun had said, the Emperor valued her highly, so he wanted her brought over.
But the fact was the Emperor had long forgotten.
He didn't mention the daughter at all.
The daughter was still young, a heavy sleeper; being held like this, especially in a strange environment, must not be comfortable for her, waking and sleeping intermittently, fussing for quite a while.
She was soothing her when she heard Ms. Lin's voice.
Her mood had been alright, but now it dissipated.
As for Sang Jue, she still didn't care to bother with him.
Even though she had given birth to her daughter.
Yet Yu Pochuan was still in his hands.
For his sake, she could only compromise, "The Empress hasn't met Yuan'er yet, let's go into the palace together so she can meet her. Maybe she will like her."
