When Chen Changzai boarded the carriage, Jiang Xian was coaxing her baby to sleep.
Zhaomao was a high-needs baby who couldn't bear to be alone. He didn't cry much, though. When he was awake, he would gurgle and coo, wanting someone to play with him. If someone responded, he would giggle happily, revealing the little dimples on his cheeks. If he was ignored, his smile would vanish, and he would just blink his grape-like eyes at them, his fair, tender face full of confusion.
This routine was very effective on the adults around him.
At the very least, his father the Emperor, his imperial grandmother, and the Noble Consort all fell for it.
Right now, he was thoroughly enjoying the bliss of being lulled to sleep by his mother's soft whispers. Though his eyelids were heavy with sleep, he fought to keep them open, as if to tell his mother—'I'm not asleep yet! Keep coaxing me!'
But it was no use. He soon drifted off, his eyes closing as he fell into a deep, sound sleep.
