The Fourth Master sighed when he heard this, saying that Zaozao was getting older and her temper wasn't what it used to be.
But soon enough, the Fourth Master got a slap in the face.
The Ninth Prince, being their youngest child, was naturally spoiled and loved.
He often wandered in and out of the Qianqing Palace.
This time, he was trying to climb into the Fourth Master's arms right in front of him.
The Fourth Master was reviewing memorials and didn't want to hold him, but the boy was too clingy and not afraid of him, so he had to pick him up.
At first, the child sat quietly, and the Fourth Master thought it was quite nice, so he focused on his memorials.
Who knew that in just a short while, something seemed off.
The Fourth Master's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot in silence, staring incredulously at his four-year-old son in his arms.
A feeling of wanting to throw him out but couldn't bear to.
