"Emperor!" Xia Ruqing didn't even have time to put on her shoes as she hurried forward.
Little Bun, hearing his Imperial Father had arrived, grew even more excited and carelessly tossed his pen aside.
Twisting his little body, he scrambled down from the heated brick bed, his little legs carrying him forward as fast as they could!
His sweet, milky voice called out, "Mm-Fah... Mm-Fah..."
His words were slurred; he was actually trying to say "Imperial Father," a term Xia Ruqing had taught him.
The servants in the room had already knelt, none daring to make a wrong move.
In their hearts, they all prayed, Little Ancestor, please slow down!
Zhao Junyao strode in quickly.
Upon entering, he saw the pair, one big and one small, running towards him barefoot.
"Emperor!"
"Mm-Fah!" Imperial Father...
Joy was evident on both their faces.
Zhao Junyao's expression immediately darkened. "Not wearing shoes in such cold weather?"
His voice was deep, carrying both indulgence and authority.
