Longing out, she teased her, "Then hurry up and call her Sister Zhuangyou!"
The little dumpling puffed out his cheeks, hesitated, and whimpered, "But, but we can't always rely on others, otherwise Sister Zhuangyou will definitely say that Niannian still can't take care of her own baby and has to be obedient."
As she spoke, the little dumpling pouted her lips high, expressing her accusation against Sister Zhuangyou's opportunistic blackmail.
The servants watched as the three little bundles of flesh nibbled on their little ears, oblivious to everyone else. Although they were small and adorable, they felt annoyed at being ignored and became even more ferocious. They rudely pushed aside the old women standing around them and were about to reach out and grab the little babies.
Aunt Lin was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.
Zhuang You was no longer as composed as before. She stared intently at the throng of people. Beneath her light blue palace dress, her body, tightly wrapped in a tight-fitting outfit, resembled a fully drawn arrow, ready to be released at any moment.
In that split second, the little dumpling's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a quick, dark turn, his dimples softly disappeared.
The servants' eyelids twitched at the sight, and judging from the little boy's expression, they instinctively felt that nothing good was going to happen.
Sure enough, the next moment, the little baby bounced up and happily shook Wenlian's little hand.
"Wenlian! Are all the people in Beijing afraid of Fatty Tuantuan?" the little dumpling asked cheerfully.
Hmm? Fatty Tuan Tuan?
Wenlian stared blankly at the excited little baby.
The servants exchanged glances subconsciously, and their brows furrowed without them even realizing it.
This little bundle of joy is like a ticking time bomb; you never know when it might suddenly explode, so you have to be careful.
The little boy was thinking about how everyone seemed a bit scared when they saw the chubby little dumpling last night, even his godfather's expression changed.
The little boy shouted these words in his childish voice, and he was paying attention to what was happening here. Not only Zhuangyou, but even Aunt Lin heard it.
She asked Zhuangyou beside her, puzzled, "Miss Zhuangyou, who is Pang Tuantuan? Is he the Fifth Young Master?"
Zhuangyou's eyelids twitched, and she suddenly remembered who the little dumpling had called "Pang Tuan Tuan" last night, and she immediately felt that something was wrong.
She didn't even have time to reply to Aunt Lin, only exclaiming "It's over!" But it was too late when she tried to stop it.
Then, the little dumpling called out in his soft, sweet, babyish voice, "Fat Tuan Tuan! Come here!"
How loud can a little baby's voice be?
Even in the alley ten meters away, when Aunt Lin and the palace maids and eunuchs heard it, it wasn't very loud anymore. How far could it travel?
Chen Yuanxin gently lifted the carriage curtain and glanced at the maid.
The maid looked around and saw that the crowd of people who had come to watch the spectacle was still thronging around, but no one was behaving strangely.
She turned around and shook her head at Chen Yuanxin.
Chen Yuanxin coldly curled her red lips and said indifferently, "This is a bustling place. Even if you shout until you're hoarse, I'm afraid no one can save you."
As she spoke, she glanced at the rather apprehensive servants, and remembering what the little brat had just said, her eyes suddenly turned sinister. She snapped, "What are you dawdling for! Get to work!"
The servants were indeed somewhat wary of the little boy. Although they were servants of the Duke of Chang's mansion, it didn't mean that they worshipped Chen Yuanxin. They believed in immortals and deities more than Chen Yuanxin.
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