The little dumpling happily found her favorite wall and then called out "Fat Dumpling" in her sweet, childish voice.
Nearby, the guards at the side gate heard the commotion, exchanged a glance, and hesitated whether to ask the young master to leave.
The Imperial Study is a very important place; how can one make loud noises there?
However, just as they were hesitating, they looked up and saw a familiar figure walking towards them.
As the most loyal lackey of a certain little milk bun, Fatty Tuantuan·Battlefield is always available whenever called. Not long after the little milk bun finished calling, Fatty Tuantuan immediately ran over.
So, the little dumpling stretched out a tiny, white finger and pointed at the wall in front of him, "Fatty, this is the wall, let's tear it down!"
"Awooooo—"
"No, no, no! Wait! No! Princess Fuying! Don't tear down the wall yet! Please go in from here!"
Just as Zhan Yu took a few steps back and started running with his butt sticking out, the guard who had just blocked the little boy from entering rushed over. Upon hearing the little tyrant's words, he was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat, feeling very fortunate that he had arrived in time.
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