"Third Brother Huo," Xiao Cha called out sweetly in her childish voice.

Cha Nian has her own "third brother". Her father told her that, apart from her own brother, she should add their surname when calling other brothers. Little Cha Nian obediently did so.

The soft, sweet voice of a young girl reached the boy's ears, making Huo Chengche's thin lips curl into an even wider smile.

In his previous life, he doted on her for a lifetime because of that sweet and soft "Third Brother Huo".

In this life, he is reborn. For her carefree "Third Brother Huo," he will protect her from any harm and let her grow up happily and carefree.

As for those who hurt her and harmed him in their past lives, he would make them pay for it all.

The boy's narrow, deep eyes flashed with a cold killing intent, and he seemed to be enveloped in a decisive and ruthless aura.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Chengche withdrew his imposing aura. While the little dumpling was looking him over, he took the opportunity to hug the little dumpling, who was exuding a sweet milky fragrance.

The boy had a light, refreshing bamboo scent that was very pleasant.

The shy and delicate little girl, Cha Nian, surprisingly let this unfamiliar young man hug her.

Huo Chengche looked at Xiao Chanian nestled in his arms, a soft and cuddly little bundle that was incredibly cute.

His deep eyes lost their sharpness and were now filled with doting affection. "Who does Niannian want to find? Third Brother will carry Niannian to find her."

The little boy perked up immediately when he heard that they were going to find someone, and said in his sweet, childish voice, "I want to find Sister Zhuangyou!"

"Okay." Huo Chengche smiled indulgently, got off the bed, put on his boots, and walked outside with the little baby in his arms.

The little bundle of milk looked around curiously, its bright, watery eyes darting about.

However, as they walked along, they didn't see a single palace servant in the huge courtyard.

Where Xiao Chanian couldn't see, Huo Chengche's smile gradually turned cold.

Turning the corner, in the backyard, several wet nurses were sitting on stone stools, cracking sunflower seeds and gossiping in rough voices.

"Sister Shi, should we send someone to take a look?"

"What are you looking at?" a gruff-voiced old woman sneered dismissively. "There's a railing on the bed. The one whose mother died is half-dead and unconscious. The little one can't climb over that railing by herself."

"Exactly, we should stay away from that Princess Fuying! She looks so much like that jinxed sixth princess, who knows if she's a jinx reincarnated?"

"That's right! I heard that the people who used to serve her were all slashed by assassins while searching for her, and they were all sent to the Imperial Hospital. The Imperial Hospital! Is that a place where we palace servants can go? I guess they were all stabbed to death, and that's why their bodies were thrown into the Imperial Hospital to be disposed of."

"Oh dear, stop talking! What bad luck! Why are we being sent to serve that jinx? And to bring good luck to the unconscious crown prince? Is this a blessing or a curse? Ha, everyone says our emperor doesn't like the crown prince, and it seems that's really true."

The group of people who were having a good time talking around the stone table were unaware that their words had been overheard by two people under the eaves.

“Niannian is not a little jinx!” Cha Nian pouted in her childish voice, pouting angrily.

That soft, sweet little voice, so innocent and straightforward, reached the ears of the gossipy old women in front of them, startling them so much that their faces changed, and they hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound.

When they saw Huo Chengche holding the tea, they were all so shocked that they dropped the melon seeds in their hands. Their faces turned pale instantly, and all traces of the disgust they had shown when they were gossiping just moments before were gone.