Entering the room, Ye Zao took a look at the Eighth Prince. There wasn't much wrong, just a bit of redness on the hand.
Pinching it didn't elicit any reaction from him; it didn't hurt anymore.
The Eighth Prince was obviously very interested in the Fifth Prince, always staring at him, although he didn't babble.
Whenever the Fifth Prince teased him, he was very happy.
Because he was happy, the Fifth Prince was also happy; one could truly tell they were blood brothers.
"Eighth Prince likes his brother?" the Fourth Master smiled while looking at his young son.
Deng Deng glanced over, and somehow, broke into a grin.
The Fourth Master was also amused by him; young children are the most adorable.
After the laughter, Ye Zao called for someone to carry the little one away: "Quickly, take him to sleep."
Then she hurried Hongxin: "You're tired too, go and have a good rest, I'll call you when it's time for dinner."
