Xia Ruqing was a bit dizzy.
Son, didn't I teach you this morning?
We had an agreement, remember? Take whatever you like. Have you forgotten?
You usually love writing and studying so much, and you adore your Small Wooden Sword. Why aren't you taking them?
She had already gnawed on the Small Wooden Sword of purple sandalwood her older brother had given him. Little children don't know how to express their fondness. They only know to gnaw with their teeth. He hugged it every day, and its top was covered with rows of small teeth marks!
How come, at this moment, he's acting as if he knows nothing?
Xia Ruqing stared intently at her son, feeling very nervous.
Everyone else was the same, all staring intently at the Little Prince.
Aside from Zhao Junyao and Xia Ruqing, who shared the same emotions, the rest of the Concubines, including the Empress, had extremely complex expressions.
What they were thinking, probably only they themselves knew.
Little Bun looked left and right.
