Just as everyone was laughing at Changyin, Mo Nanny suddenly realized—Xingjun, Xingjun… Although it was not a prosperous place in Jiangnan, it was a strategic location!

The Grand Canal, a vital hub connecting north, south, east, and west, has always been a major prefecture valued by the imperial court. It has been guarded by the Marquis of Changxing for generations. The late emperor did indeed marry Princess Xinglin, who was raised in the empress's palace, and everything was handled with the honors and ceremonies befitting a legitimate princess.

Years have passed in the blink of an eye. The late emperor has passed away, and Princess Xinglin has now become the eldest princess.

Just a few days ago, Marquis Changxing and Princess Chang died tragically. The Empress Dowager was devastated and brought Princess Changyin's only daughter back to the capital, where she was personally raised in Shouci Palace.

Princess Changyin?!

Mo, the wet nurse, finally understood why the name "Changyin" always sounded so familiar!

"What nonsense are you spouting! How dare you talk about my mother like that! I'm going to tell my grandmother! I'm going to tell my grandmother!"

As Changyin listened to these people's mockery, even though she didn't quite understand some of what they were saying, the sensitive little girl could clearly feel the deep malice and ridicule coming from all directions.

"Eighth Miss! Eighth Miss!" Mo's face paled, and she quickly stepped forward, wanting to say something.

However, before Mo Nanny could finish speaking, the chaotic mess was pushed aside.

"Rao Rao! Rao Rao, what's wrong? Mother is here. Are you alright?!" The lady of the Duke of Zhongwu, whom the maid had gone to fetch early in the morning, finally arrived.

She pushed aside the wet nurse, grabbed Qin Raorao, and pulled her in front of her, examining her closely from head to toe.

"Mommy, I'm fine. I was just pushed by that wild child. Mommy, you have to stand up for Rao Rao!" When Qin Rao Rao saw her mother arrive, she immediately became more confident and started to whine and plead.

Qin Zhuangshi glared coldly at the three little children and said sternly, "Where did these three wild children come from?! What are you all standing there for! Get them out of here!"

The little boy was incredulous when he saw Qin Zhuangshi arrive and immediately assume it was their fault without even asking any questions. He retorted in his childish voice:

"How can you adults be so biased and easily swayed! We've already said that it was clearly this older sister who started the verbal abuse! Why did you do this without even clarifying the facts!"

Madam Qin glanced at the little boy, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. After all, she had never seen a three-year-old child with such a sharp tongue.

However, she still smiled disdainfully, glancing down at the little boy and saying, "Child, today I'll teach you a lesson: in the capital, the truth is determined by those in positions of power. For example, right here, facing Rao Rao, whatever you say, what Rao Rao says is the truth!"

Madam Qin glanced at the old woman and servant she had brought, "What are you standing there for! Get to work!"

"Who dares?"

The boy's voice was clear and cold, yet in an instant, his aura became extraordinary, as if a powerful pressure descended from the sky, pressing down from all directions, causing everyone present to be suddenly stunned.

Upon hearing the boy's voice, the little boy's angry, watery eyes immediately lit up. Turning around, he saw the boy walking slowly towards him and pounced on him with his round, chubby body, his soft, pitiful voice calling out, "Crown Prince Brother!"

Huo Chengche looked at the little baby rushing towards him, smiled faintly, and with his noble and aloof demeanor, he actually knelt down and skillfully and naturally caught the little baby who rushed towards him, holding him firmly in his arms.