"Is everyone here?"
Just at that moment, Yan Lian and Jian Yun appeared in front of them.
"Yes, we were just missing you two," Chu Baihan said with a smile.
"Come here, Xixi, give your Ninth Uncle a hug."
Yan Lian waved Chu Junxi over.
Ever since he had discovered that this little fellow was the Eighth Prince's son, Yan Lian had become especially fond of him.
Looking at Yan Lian's face, which was all smiles, Chu Junxi's little face darkened.
He said haughtily, "Ninth Uncle, I'm not a child anymore. I don't need your hugs."
"You little rascal, how can you say you're not a child at your age?" Yan Lian said sternly.
He couldn't outwit the Emperor, but how could he not handle teasing Little Tuanzi?
Staring at Chu Junxi's little face, which bore a striking resemblance to the Eighth Prince's, he secretly snickered in his heart.
He often suffered from the Eighth Prince's teasing during his own childhood...
