192 The True Strength of the Two Packrats
The little packrat raised her small arms high, revealing her lotus root-like arms. She was like a tender glutinous rice ball. Her big black eyes were wide open. When she seriously recommended herself, her entire body was milky.
“If there’s no danger, I’ll let you play.”
Mo Beiyuan raised his hand and rubbed it against her soft little hand. A trace of warmth appeared in his dark eyes.
The emperor’s princes and princesses argued for a long time before they finally stopped and confirmed the final candidates.
They were the Thirteenth Prince, who was good at mathematics and had an excellent memory; the Fifteenth Prince, who was good at military tactics and archery, and the Twelfth Princess, who was good at controlling beasts; the Sixteenth Princess, a great spiritual knight, and the last disciple of the Miracle Doctor Sect, the Nineteenth Prince.
They were all older than Bun and Sweetcake. Even the youngest, the Nineteenth Prince, was seven years old this year.
Anyone with eyes knew that the competition proposed by the Emperor was not fair at all.
After all, the two little packrats of the Yuan King’s family were two babies who had just been weaned. This was especially true of the younger little girl. She had always been carried by the Yuan King. One would wonder if she could even walk steadily. It seemed like the white and soft little packrat would shatter with a touch. How could she compete with the princesses?
These princes and princesses did not feel embarrassed about bullying the little packrats. They were really getting more and more overboard.
The Emperor was in high spirits and even got someone to take out a few treasures from the treasure vault as a reward.
“I quite like my younger brother’s little son and daughter. I specially asked someone to bring these treasures as a reward. Don’t disappoint me!”
The emperor’s words sounded like he was cheering for his nephew and niece, but he was actually gloating and preparing to see Mo Beiyuan make a fool of himself.
How could the two children of the Yuan King’s family win those treasures? The Emperor clearly wanted to give the treasures to the princes and princesses.
With Little Sweetcake’s baby-like temperament, she naturally did not understand the deeper meaning behind the Emperor’s words. She stared at the tray held by the palace servants with her big black eyes. Two little dimples hung on her adorable jade-like face, and she was so sweet that it made one’s heart tremble.
“Sure, Sweetcake will do her best!”
The little girl was wearing a pink dress with bright colors. She clenched her fists and cheered herself on. She was extremely cute.
At this moment, countless people were envious of Mo Beiyuan, the Ghost King. They wanted to steal that little packrat home.
When Yun Ran heard the areas that the princes and princesses were good at, she silently looked at her two children.
No one knew the true strength of her two little packrats better than her.
She estimated that these princes and princesses would be tortured until they doubted their lives later.
Bun was the older brother. He originally wanted to stand up and protect his younger sister, but since his younger sister also wanted to play, he would play with her.
There were five princes and princesses, plus Bun and Sweetcake. There were a total of seven of them. Each of them said what they were best at to compete.
Therefore, there were a total of seven competition rounds. Bun and Sweetcake were in a group, and the princes and princesses were in a group.
In the end, the group that won the most would win.
Yun Ran didn’t need to explain these rules to Bun because he understood.
However, Sweetcake still needed an explanation in words that the little packrat could understand.