"Mother!" The voice, bright and melodic, carried before its owner appeared.
Noble Consort Xian peered forward, her eyes filled with anticipation and her lips curling into a smile. A figure in dusty green darted into the room, with Feiyun following eagerly at her heels, occasionally lifting its front paws and licking at Shen Yiren with a lolling tongue. Shen Yiren gave it a gentle swat, signaled to it with a warning look, and then scurried happily to Noble Consort Xian’s side.
"Mother, Mother!" she chirped sweetly.
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