In the palace, the most common thing you hear is praise. There are all kinds of praise, and some of them are really wonderful. But in the end, even the best praise becomes boring.
But what if you compliment someone with a cute, pink baby bun?
Consort Xue knew that Niannian never lied. She looked down at the little baby's earnest and adorable face, wiped away her tears, and noticed the white powder and black makeup on her handkerchief. A thought struck her, and she asked with a smile, "Really?"
The little boy nodded vigorously, pouting his little lips, and said in his childish voice, "Really, really! Niannian has always had excellent taste!"
As he spoke, the little dumpling proudly raised his head.
Zhuangyou listened to the little boy boasting about his "good taste" and lowered her head in embarrassment, rubbing her forehead.
Even Huo Chengche raised his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with obvious disapproval, his eyes darting away from the little dumpling's gaze, afraid that she might suddenly turn around and ask him for confirmation.
Fortunately, the little girl was very confident in herself, and she never lied, so she really thought so. Her eyes were very firm, and Consort Xue had no doubts about it.
Therefore, the little dumpling didn't need to ask the Crown Prince and Sister Zhuangyou for confirmation, which allowed a certain glib-tongued scoundrel to escape a disaster.
Consort Xue smiled as she hugged the soft little baby, finally holding back her tears. Her voice was hoarse and dry from crying, but the tone of her voice was gentle, without her even realizing it, and pure, without any ulterior motives.
"Yes, I believe that Niannian has excellent taste," Consort Xue said sincerely.
Upon hearing Consort Xue's words, Huo Chengche and Zhuang You's expressions became indistinct and difficult to describe, and they both seemed to want to say something but held back.
In the end, seeing the little boy's serious expression, the two swallowed the words that were on the tip of their tongues.
Hopefully, Consort Xue won't see those "pretty" clothes that the little one "favorites" in Chen Zhixian's wardrobe. Otherwise, Consort Xue might end up like that leading eunuch outside, vomiting blood and fainting.
Of course, apart from Huo Chengche and Zhuang You, who both looked speechless, everyone else in the hall looked unusually relaxed.
Li'er watched as Consort Xue, who had lost her former sharpness and arrogance, became gentle and elegant, possessing a unique charm.
Now, Consort Xue seemed to have released all her gloom, and the sinister aura that used to linger around her had dissipated, revealing her true self.
The little boy also liked Consort Xue more. After receiving her approval, the little boy giggled twice and happily snuggled in Consort Xue's arms, completely forgetting about his beloved Crown Prince brother.
Sure enough, it's still that fickle little rascal!
With a smile, Zhuangyou poured a cup of fresh tea for her abandoned old toy, the Crown Prince, and asked considerately, "Your Highness, it's late and the dew is heavy. Is this bench a bit cold? Shall I ask you for a cushion?"
Huo Chengche: ...
"roll."
Huo Chengche glanced coldly at Zhuang You, picked up the teacup, and gulped down a mouthful of hot tea!
Why are all the people in the Hengchang Prince's Mansion so sharp-tongued? They're really not likable!
Huo Chengche turned his gaze back to the carefree little baby, and then looked up to see Consort Xue's swollen eyes from crying.
Today's Consort Xue is quite different from her usual self, but now she seems more like a mother.
She had been rambling on and on, some of her words were incoherent, but Huo Chengche had managed to understand the context—
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