When Gan Tang was his son’s age, Huangfu Yaoyang had always been very strict with him, but facing this little one from the next generation, he simply couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and immediately spoke in a gentle voice.
"Didn’t the doctor say you need to eat a light diet?"
"But I really want to eat," the little guy blinked his big eyes, trying hard to look adorable, "Grandpa—"
"Gan Tang!" Gan Yuan chided, "You mustn’t be willful."
The little one turned his face to explain, "Grandma said that when facing different enemies, you must use different weapons."
Gan Yuan’s expression stiffened, the child was speaking his mind, the King wouldn’t get angry at being described as "enemy," right?
As expected, the man’s face darkened.
Gan Yuan was worried, and just as she was about to help the little one out, her right palm warmed, already held by a large hand, she turned her face to look at Huangfu Jue beside her.
The man slightly tightened the fingers holding her hand, signaling her to stay silent.
By this time, Gan Tang had already begun to speak for himself.
"Of course, Grandpa is not the enemy; this isn’t real combat, it’s just a drill, I’m just testing to see if it works."
With that said, everyone in the hospital room showed a smile, Gan Yuan looked somewhat anxiously at Huangfu Yaoyang but saw the man’s lips curling upward, and he let out a very soft chuckle.
"Alright, just this once, it won’t be a precedent!"
He wasn’t really upset with a child; he just wanted to see how the little one would react.
Gan Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and behind her, Huangfu Jue’s hand shifted to lightly pat her lower back and then stepped forward to carefully pick up the little one.
Servants had already gathered Gan Tang’s books and belongings, Huangfu Yaoyang led the way out of the hospital room, and everyone followed behind him.
The car left the hospital and drove into the gates of the Royal Palace.
As dusk fell, the palace lights were just turning on, making the ancient building look even more majestic.
Huangfu Yaoyang went off to deal with some affairs, and Leng Xiaoye took Huangfu Jue and others up to the suite where she and Huangfu Yaoyang lived, leading them to a bedroom on the left side.
"Xiaotang, from now on, you’ll live here, is that alright?"
Huangfu Jue set the little fellow down onto the floor, and Gan Tang looked around before turning his little face to Leng Xiaoye.
"Grandma, is this Daddy’s room?"
"How can you tell?" Leng Xiaoye asked with interest.
"It’s obviously a children’s bed," the little fellow pointed to a wall, which was a cork wall marked with dense pinpricks, and there was a drawing board at the side, "Daddy said that Uncle Xiaoqi loves to read, and his room must have lots of bookshelves. Daddy liked painting when he was little, so with these drawing boards and easels here, I guessed it’s Daddy’s room."
"That’s right," Leng Xiaoye nodded in approval, "This room was your daddy’s when he was little, and the next one was Uncle Xiaoqi’s. You can stay in either room you like; there are lots of books in that room, and if you want, you can also take them to read."
The little fellow’s interest was piqued at the mention of many books.
"Can we go have a look now?"
"Of course!" Leng Xiaoye took his little hand, "Let’s go."
The two walked to the room next door where Huangfu Jue had lived as a child, and Gan Yuan set Gan Tang’s belongings next to the bed, glancing around the room, imagining Huangfu Jue’s childhood here.
Living with his parents, having a twin brother, and such a cute little sister... Being able to do everything he wanted, that kind of childhood must have been very beautiful and happy.