Shen Weiwan handed him a piece of croton cake: "Can majesty be eaten as food? Look how happy they are."

Xiao Yu took a bite of the pastry and said helplessly, "But how am I going to explain this to my father when I get back?"

"Just say you accidentally fell into a pile of croton powder." Shen Weiwan smiled with her eyes curved.

At this time, Kengkeng and Wawa came over again: "Dad, we have thought of a new way to play!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu turned around and wanted to run: "No, no, Dad suddenly remembered that there are still memorials that have not been approved..."

"Dad, don't run!" the two children chased after him.

Shen Weiwan looked at her husband and the children chasing each other in the garden, with a happy smile on her face. She knew that as a prince, Xiao Yu had his responsibilities and majesty, but in this family, he was only the father of the children and her husband.

That night, after Shen Weiwan helped the children wash up, when she returned to the room, she saw Xiao Yu facing the mirror, carefully cleaning the croton powder from his hair.

"Are you still doing it?" Shen Weiwan walked over and helped him comb his hair.

"Well," Xiao Yu sighed, "How come our child is so troublesome?"

"It's up to you," Shen Weiwan said with a smile, "After all, you were not a quiet kid when you were little."

"I'm just being lively!" Xiao Yu retorted.

"Yes, yes," Shen Weiwan nodded, "Being too lively will only cause trouble."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Xiao Yu held Shen Weiwan's hand and said softly: "However, seeing them so happy, I am also very happy."

"I know." Shen Weiwan leaned on his shoulder, "Actually, I quite like my current life. Although it is sometimes very stressful, I am very happy."

"Well," Xiao Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "having you and the children here is my greatest happiness."

The moonlight shone brightly outside the window, casting a shadow over the garden of the Prince's Mansion and the two people embracing in the room. Although Xiao Yu was often treated as a "tool" by the children, he knew that this was the taste of home, the warmth he cherished most.

The next day, when Xiao Yu went to court with a faint trace of croton powder on his head, he immediately attracted the attention of other princes.

"Seventh brother, your hair..." the third prince couldn't help but ask.

Xiao Yu cleared his throat and said calmly, "Oh, I've recently become fond of using croton powder for hair care. It's said to have the effect of blackening hair."

The princes: "......"

After leaving the court, Xiao Yu just walked out of the palace gate and saw Kenkeng and Wawa sitting on a small cart pushed by Chuntao, selling things at the palace gate.

"Come on! Come on! Visit the 'Talking Prince Target' for only ten taels of silver!"

"You can even take a photo with the prince's father!"

Xiao Yu: "..." He suddenly had the urge to turn around and run back to the palace.

But seeing the children's expectant eyes, he finally walked over helplessly: "Okay, okay, we can only receive three guests today. Dad can't handle more."

"Yeah! Dad is the best!"

Shen Weiwan walked out of the tea stall next to her and said to Xiao Yu with a smile, "How is it, is the 'tool man' experience not bad?"

Xiao Yu smiled bitterly: "Madam, I feel like I, the prince, am being played to pieces by you three."

"Nonsense," Shen Weiwan took his arm, "This is called family interaction, enhancing feelings."

Looking at the happy faces of his wife and children, Xiao Yu couldn't help but smile. Perhaps, being a prince treated as a "living target" by children wasn't such a bad thing. At least, he had the warmest happiness in the world.

Amidst such laughter and joy, the Prince's Mansion's "Prince Target" business continued to thrive. As for Xiao Yu's royal dignity? It had long been thrown out of the window by the two little devils. However, this didn't seem to affect his ability to be a happy father and husband. After all, in his heart, his family's smiles were more important than anything else.