The pitiful little baby sniffed when he heard his older sister Zhuangyou's gentle voice, poked his head out from behind the carriage curtain, and tried to crawl into her arms.
She called out in a childish voice, "Sister Zhuangyou~"
That soft, sweet little voice sounded like it had suffered some terrible injustice, so pitiful, who wouldn't feel sorry for it?
Huo Chengche didn't feel sorry for her at all!
He looked at the chubby little baby shoving outwards, his handsome face darkened, and before Zhuangyou could come over to hug her, he reached out and scooped the little rascal back up, giving her a fierce pat on the bottom.
"You little ingrate, go and let Sister Zhuangyou hold you. Don't you even want to eat your candy for dinner anymore? Hmm?" The boy patted the two chubby little buttocks and threatened them lightly.
Upon hearing "Tangtang," the little dumpling immediately lost all her pride and stopped being angry. Her bright, dark eyes looked pitifully at the boy, and she snuggled her little head into his arms, tugging at his arm with her little hands. All that was missing was a wagging little tail to please him.
"Niannian wants candy!" The little dumpling nestled obediently back into the boy's arms, speaking in a sweet, childlike voice. Her soft, adorable appearance made it impossible to tell that she had just been fiercely accusing him of "being fickle."
"Hmph," Huo Chengche snorted coldly, looking at the mischievous yet well-behaved little thing in his arms, and felt a surge of anger.
The little boy puffed up his cheeks and spoke in a childish voice, arguing with conviction, "It's obvious that it was the Crown Prince who was fickle first. He was all smiles and gentle with that uncle, but he was so fierce with Niannian!"
As he spoke, the little boy pouted his lips in grievance.
The boy looked at the little boy who was really aggrieved, sighed with a headache, and couldn't bring himself to be cold.
He cradled the soft little bundle of flesh closer to his chest and gently stroked her little nose. "Alright, you little rascal, who comes before you in line with your Crown Prince brother? And doesn't Niannian know why she's being scolded? Hmm? I'm not going to scold my good little one."
As he spoke, Huo Chengche patted her little chubby bottom as a reminder.
The little boy pouted guiltily, let out a timid "humph," buried his head in the boy's arm, and remained silent.
The boy chuckled and shook his head, cradling the little girl and gently patting her back. Before long, the little girl became drowsy.
Zhuangyou, who was following outside the car, frowned and sighed helplessly as she listened to how her little baby was so easily coaxed by a certain little prince.
How come her clever little darling is so easy to coax when she's with this little prince?
The carriage rumbled along for about half an hour, and soon the palace gates were in sight.
Inside the carriage, the little boy had already fallen asleep in Huo Chengche's arms, nestled lazily in the young man's embrace, his eyes half-closed, unwilling to wake up.
Suddenly, the little boy's head moved, his round eyes opened, and he blinked as he looked out the window.
However, the carriage windows were closed at the moment.
The boy, who was reading while holding the little baby, was startled by the noise in his arms. He looked at the baby for a moment, then frowned slightly. "What did Niannian hear?"
The little boy pricked up his little ears and listened carefully for a while, then said in his childish voice, "Someone in the courtyard just mentioned the Crown Prince, and also that Scholar Lin who was talking to the Crown Prince in the Pear Garden today."
Upon hearing the name "Scholar Lin," Huo Chengche's expression hardened, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Turn around. Turn back and find a quiet alley nearby to stop."
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