Bai Xilie heard this and furrowed his sword-like eyebrows.
There was some displeasure on his handsome face.
"The Princess should also live long, very long! Say it again for me."
Everyone was taken aback and quickly corrected themselves: "Long live the Emperor, long live the Princess, live very long!"
Only then did Bai Xilie unfurrow his brows and laugh heartily.
He turned his head slightly, looking at the adorable little daughter in his arms: "Zhi’er, come, you say: ’get up’."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, her large, shiny eyes full of clear black.
"Only the Emperor can say ’get up’!" the little one said softly.
Bai Xilie held her small hand and said in a low voice, "These people will be your subjects in the future. Zhi Bao, everything of Daddy’s is yours, what are just the words ’get up’?"
Bai Zhi’er tilted her little head, thought about it, and obeyed her father.
What was expected to be the Emperor’s ’get up’ came as a tender and soft little voice!
The officials were surprised, and as they stood up carefully and looked over, they dared to look at the Princess in the Emperor’s arms.
An exquisitely fair and clean little round face was set with large eyes like water grapes.
Long lashes curled, a cute, delicate little nose, and a pink pair of lips carried a well-behaved smile.
Princess Cuicuo’s appearance carried a bit of the Emperor’s sternness.
But the gentle contours from her mother softened this sternness.
There was more of refined and gracefully charming beauty.
Surely, the Princess’s mother must be an unparalleled beauty.
Some officials’ wives whispered with admiration: "She is truly lovely and beautiful; in another ten years, she will surely amaze all."
"Is there even a question? All the Princes have seen Her Ladyship, said to be a rare beauty in the world; otherwise, how could she be the Emperor’s wife and the Princess’s mother?"
Bai Xilie entered the hall holding Bai Zhi’er, and just as he sat down, he heard a hearty male voice speak—
"Zhi’er, what a good child, Uncle Wang finally sees you!"
The little one raised her shiny eyes and saw a man dressed like a noble, wearing a brown robe, with some beard on his chin.
He was striding quickly in Bai Zhi’er’s direction.
Walking beside him was a dignified madam.
Bai Xilie smiled and said, "Zhi’er, this is your uncle."
Prince Rui, Bai Dongxiao.
The little one remembered him, previously with her mother, watching Daddy ascend the throne in a dream; this uncle was standing at the front of the crowd.
By his looks, he seemed like a good-natured, generous person.
Bai Zhi’er instantly stretched out her soft little arms: "Big Uncle, hug~"
Prince Rui couldn’t believe it; he was flattered and very happy.
"Can I... can I hold her?" he looked at Bai Xilie, hesitating whether to extend his hands.
Bai Xilie laughed heartily: "Elder brother, what’s there to be afraid of? It’s a good thing that Zhi’er is close to you."
Saying this, he proactively passed his daughter over.
Prince Rui carefully took the little one into his arms.
The little figure looked plump, but when holding her, she was still light.
There was a sweet milky scent about her.
Prince Rui even slowed his breathing, as if afraid of startling the little sweetheart in his arms, like a piece of cotton candy!
"I only have two bratty sons at home, never knowing what it feels like to hold a daughter."
After saying this, he candidly added, "Second Brother, it was worth the effort you’ve put in over the last two years to find the child; now that I’m holding Zhi’er, I feel it’s all worth it!"
The Princess Consort beside Prince Rui immediately nudged him.
As if chiding him for bringing up untimely topics.
Bai Xilie smiled mysteriously, speaking in a usual tone: "Indeed, it wasn’t for nothing that we spent so much effort earlier; we’ve finally brought the child back."
Prince Rui kept grinning foolishly, only to find Bai Zhi’er lowering her little head, looking at a jade pendant hanging from his waist.
He promptly took it off: "Does Zhi’er ? Uncle will give it to you!"