Wan Yicheng stepped forward.
"Grandma Song, please don't call me Little Marquis, just call me by my name."
The title Little Marquis felt too formal, and he didn't like Song Ci addressing him that way.
"Then I'll call you Little Cheng," Song Ci smiled as she touched his face, "It seems you've been living well over at the Empress Dowager's place; your face has filled out."
The first time she saw him, the little fellow's face was sallow. After some time, his face had gained some flesh, his complexion had become rosy, and with his fine clothing, he now had the air of a young noble.
Wan Yicheng was very happy: "Little Cheng is good, I like it very much."
