The Fourth Prince was also a little at a loss. He hadn't said anything too harsh, so why did the little prince in his arms want to cry?

"I'm not even that old yet, and you won't let me be affectionate anymore? You've changed your mind. You never used to be like this."

The Fourth Prince was speechless. He thought he had said something too harsh, but it turned out that his little darling was just jealous.

The Fourth Prince was both annoyed and amused. This little devil was actually jealous and sulking over that unborn child.

That's really impressive.

Moreover, he had no contact with the unborn child at all, so how could there be any feelings between them?

My little darling is being far too sensitive, or perhaps she's trying to use this as an excuse to make a fuss.

Duofu felt like a little baby. He hadn't grown up yet, didn't want to study, and should be pampered and spoiled.

The Fourth Prince has always done this all these years. How can we stop him just because he grew a tiny bit taller?

The Fourth Prince's eyes were still smiling as he stared at Duofu's shifty, dark fox-like eyes. Duofu had been crying his heart out, feeling wronged, but after being stared at like that for so long, he couldn't cry anymore.

Duofu unceremoniously wiped his snot-covered face all over the Fourth Prince's sleeve, then turned his head away and refused to look at him.

Duofu felt a little guilty and didn't know why he suddenly couldn't stop crying.

Duofu had already buried his head in the Fourth Prince's arms; he needed to escape the awkward situation.

He couldn't possibly be jealous of a little kid who hasn't even been born yet, could he?

Definitely not.

It must be because the Fourth Prince's tone was too fierce just now.

The Fourth Prince didn't care about the soiled sleeves; his gaze remained fixed on Duofu, whose head was turned towards him in his arms. He frowned slightly, then relaxed.

The Fourth Prince, seeing that Duofu still refused to show his face, knew that this little devil needed to be coaxed by him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold himself like that all morning, and he wouldn't have felt so wronged by himself.

The Fourth Prince's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the helplessness in his eyes was almost overflowing. This little rascal, I don't know what's wrong with him lately, his temper is getting weirder and weirder.

People who don't know the situation might think someone upset him.

The Fourth Prince's deep, magnetic voice rang in Duofu's ears.

The voice now lacked the coldness of before; it was full of helpless indulgence.

"You really are my little darling. You've really grown up now, crying to me at the drop of a hat."

"I haven't even said much to you, and you're already acting like you're being wronged."

"Alright, I shouldn't have said you've grown up. You're still a little monster, so you should be pampered by me, right? My little darling~".

Duofu secretly peeked out one eye, glanced at the Fourth Prince who had a smile in his eyes, and hummed in agreement.

Only then did he raise his head again, nodding in self-affirmation, his voice firm and loud.

"You know that's good. I'm still a little monster, I haven't grown up yet. You need to be more patient and not be so fierce."

The Fourth Prince felt utterly wronged. When had he ever been fierce towards this little brat?

The Fourth Prince recalled all these years and realized that he had never really been fierce to this little darling.

With that slightly cold expression, he was too embarrassed to argue with her for such a short time.

The little prince felt that he was being scolded. The fourth prince pressed his tongue hard against his palate. Duofu in his arms had suddenly become happy again, with a few tears still on his face.

That's just like a child's temper; it comes and goes quickly.

That's fine too.

Carefree and living a relaxed and carefree life.

The Fourth Prince picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears and snot that were flowing from his face, along with some unknown liquid.

The Fourth Prince felt that he was becoming more and more adept at taking care of people; it was almost subconscious, and he didn't need to think about it at all.

The Fourth Prince folded up the handkerchief and threw it aside. He picked up the sweet and sour fruit tea next to him and slowly fed it to Duofu.

Having just cried and worked up a sweat, after drinking some water, the Fourth Prince instructed Su Peisheng outside to have someone bring a bath tub to prepare for a bath.

Duofu was changed into a dry set of clothes and was now lazily lying on the soft couch, watching the Fourth Prince wipe his wet hands with a handkerchief.

Duofu's two chubby little feet, like white lotus roots, kick intermittently. Sometimes, when he kicks too hard, he kicks his buttocks, causing his plump bottom to tremble slightly.

With Su Peisheng's help, the Fourth Prince quickly changed into his usual dark blue outer robe. Although it didn't suit his complexion as well as the red one, the blue robe gave him an air of gentle elegance, especially now that he had a smile in his eyes.

Su Peisheng thought that outside, his master always had a cold face, and his whole body was aloof and reserved, making him difficult to approach. He was nothing like the gentle and refined man he was feeling now.

Duofu had just finished crying and taken a bath, and now she was unconsciously feeling sleepy. Her belly was still bulging, so it was the perfect time to sleep.

After the Fourth Prince was tidied up and sat back on the soft couch, he saw Duofu with a flushed face, even breathing, and snoring softly.

The Fourth Prince stepped forward gently, picked up a thin blanket from the side, and covered the slightly exposed, plump belly with it, patting it lightly twice with his right hand.

Duofu, who was sleeping on the soft couch, immediately started grumbling in dissatisfaction, turned over, and hid his belly.

The Fourth Prince glanced behind him and, seeing that Su Peisheng had already left, breathed a sigh of relief.

You can't blame him for doing this; blame him for raising Duofu too well, making people want to get close to him and touch him.

Duofu's body was fair with a rosy glow, shining like a piece of exquisite jade, without the slightest flaw.

The scars he had before are now completely gone after years of applying good scar removal cream.

The Fourth Prince felt angry when he thought of the spots all over Duofu's body in the past, and his hatred for the Ninth Prince grew even stronger.

If it weren't for his clueless ninth brother, his precious treasure wouldn't have suffered like that.

The Fourth Prince couldn't help but feel pleased when he thought about how many younger princes had been born in the palace in recent years, and how his Ninth Brother's position in his father's heart was getting lower and lower.

The younger princes born later rarely showed any signs of being older brothers; they all seemed quite pleasing to the eye.

The Fourth Prince stepped out of the study, and Su Peisheng gently closed the door, ordering someone to guard the outer courtyard and forbidding anyone but him and the Fourth Prince from entering.

The Fourth Prince decided to take this opportunity to visit his pregnant Consort Song in the backyard, so he could return for dinner later.

I still have a better appetite when I eat with Duofu. The women in the backyard are all so timid, and their appetites are terribly small. They eat like pigeons, and they're full in just a few bites.