"Mother Princess."
Mo Yunhan looked up, obediently called out, and even gave her a smile. Princess Jing’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him.
Were her eyes failing her?
She actually saw Han’er smile at her.
"Han’er, Han’er..."
Princess Jing couldn’t help but feel her eyes well up. She knelt down and energetically embraced the little guy, calling his name over and over.
Not far away, Lady Yun and a few others quietly watched this scene.
Suddenly, Mo Yunhan turned his head over, his gaze fixed intently on Lady Yun, and a swift shadow flitted through his dark, obsidian eyes.
How strange, this woman was supposed to be dead, so how could she still be alive?
Thinking back on all the recent changes in the capital, Mo Yunhan’s eyes darkened. It seemed the root of the problem must lie with the Yun Family.
With him staring, Lady Yun’s back tensed up. She didn’t know why, but an indescribable feeling of exposure and vulnerability arose in her heart.
[Strange, that little brat’s gaze at my mother is quite off.]
[No, no, no, not just the gaze, even his soul’s aura is peculiar.]
[What on earth is the origin of this little brat, to be so bizarre?]
Yun Wanqing couldn’t help tensing her entire body. Since reincarnating into this world, this was the first time she had felt such a sense of being on high alert.
Intuition told her that this little brat was not merely an ordinary little child.
Hearing her inner voice, Lady Yun and Yun Wanyao were shocked, looking together at the exquisite and beautiful little guy not far away.
This was the first time they had ever heard Yun Wanqing’s inner voice describe someone like this. What was so special about this Little Prince?
Mo Yunhan trembled all over, his eyelids quickly lowered, hiding the monumental waves in his eyes.
What had he heard just now?
Who was speaking?
Calling him a little brat, even saying he was strange?
Who on earth?
"Han’er, what’s wrong? Is Mother Princess holding you too tight, making you uncomfortable?"
Noticing his subtle shiver, Princess Jing quickly released him, holding his small shoulders, earnestly looking at his expression.
"I’m fine, Mother Princess."
Mo Yunhan quickly composed himself and looked up to show Princess Jing an innocent smile.
"Little Prince, may you have peace and joy on your birthday."
At this moment, Lady Yun approached, with Yun Wanyao and the nanny holding Yun Wanqing following her, offering birthday wishes and gifts to Mo Yunhan.
The gift was personally selected by Lady Yun, not counted among the official birthday presents.
Mo Yunhan did not immediately accept it but instead turned to look at Princess Jing.
Princess Jing smiled slightly and said, "This is a token of your Aunt Ye’s regard, Han’er, go ahead and accept it."
"Thank you, Aunt Ye."
Mo Yunhan took the gift box with both hands and sweetly expressed his gratitude.
[I didn’t pay attention before, but this Little Prince is ridiculously adorable, isn’t he?]
[He’s just as exquisite as a jade sculpture.]
[Ahhh, I understand now why everyone wants to give me a hug when they see me; who’s able to resist such an adorable human child?]
[If I had an adult body right now, I’d surely want to hug this little brat. He’s too cute and endearing, don’t you think?]
[Wow, how can there be such an adorable little brat in the world...]
Upon seeing Mo Yunhan, Yun Wanqing’s eyes instantly filled with little stars, almost drooling, wishing she could summon her past life body to cuddle this little brat.
Lady Yun: "..."
Yun Wanyao: "..."
The little darling is a little one herself, yet she keeps calling the Little Prince ’little brat’; it’s a good thing the Little Prince can’t hear her, and even if he did, he likely wouldn’t understand, otherwise, they really wouldn’t know how to resolve it.
Mo Yunhan: "..."
He quickly glanced at the tightly wrapped little baby in the nanny’s arms, his heart again stirred into colossal shock.
The voices he heard twice were actually from that little infant?
How could such a tiny infant possibly speak?
Even if capable of speaking, it surely wouldn’t boldly say such improper things.
Therefore, there was only one possibility, which was that he heard was all that little guy’s inner voice.
That was just too strange!
Thinking about himself, Mo Yunhan calmly accepted the idea. Perhaps the odd one wasn’t that little guy, but rather himself.
No, no, no, it should be that both that little guy and himself were odd.
That little guy could actually detect his uniqueness, and those series of thoughts were enough to prove she wasn’t an ordinary infant either.