Sitting in the carriage, Ming Lingyi couldn't hide the anxiety on her face.
Seeing her like this, Li Yun couldn't help but worry. 'Is the little one in the palace really that sick? Am I not paying enough attention as his father?'
A pang of guilt struck Li Yun at the thought.
He reached out, wanting to take Ming Lingyi's hand and offer a few words of comfort. The two of them had been getting along perfectly well during their meal, but now, before he could even touch her, Ming Lingyi slapped his hand away.
Li Yun: "..."
"Was he alright before you left the palace?" Ming Lingyi asked irritably.
Li Yun couldn't answer. 'How could I admit that I didn't even go see Li Yan before leaving the Imperial Palace?' After all, the boy was already several years old, and Li Yun had relinquished control over most affairs in the Eastern Palace, leaving them for Li Yan to handle himself.
