95 Baby Nuo's Skin Is Too Soft to Wear Such Bad Clothes

That night, Gu Nuo'er told Gu Yihan everything that she and Ye Siming had discovered at the porridge stall.

It was already night time and it was dark outside. A stretch of white snow covered the green tiles and a bone-piercing cold wind blew.

However, the Qiushui Palace was as warm as spring.

After Gu Nuo'er finished washing her hair, she sat on the red carpet and played with her fabric tiger.

Noble Consort Qiao listened to her daughter's story of what had happened today while drying her hair with a small brazier.

Gu Yihan bent his knees and sat on the ground opposite Gu Nuo'er, listening to everything with narrowed eyes.

Gu Nuo'er snorted in her childish voice. "Father, these people are too shameless. They wanted to bully us just because Baby Nuo and Elder Brother Siming are young!"