The baby's soft, sweet voice was so endearing that it made the old gentlemen smile. Their long, fluffy eyebrows and beards twitched slightly as they responded with a gentle "Hey! Hello, little princess," a stark contrast to their earlier disdain for Duke Zhongwu.
The Duke of Zhongwu, who was standing nearby, heard this and was very indignant, but of course, he dared not utter a word of protest.
Huo Chengche glanced over unintentionally and caught a glimpse of the expression on the face of the Duke of Zhongwu, as well as the cowardly look of the tiger behind him who dared not speak out against his anger. He thought that the man and the tiger were surprisingly similar.
The old gentlemen didn't notice the problem; they were more concerned about the future Crown Princess.
These old shrewd men, seeing their young master carrying that little girl, certainly didn't think of their young master as some kind of "good brother taking care of his sister."
"This must be Princess Fuying from Hengchang, right? How old is the little princess this year?" Old Mr. Cheng asked with a kind smile like Maitreya Buddha, using the tone of someone coaxing his great-grandson.
The little boy, looking at the kind old man in front of him, nestled happily in his older brother's arms, his dimples appearing as he spoke in a sweet, childish voice.
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