Liaochen was utterly dazed as he carried the little girl toward the seat of honor in the makeshift camp.
The farther he walked, the more noticeably his legs trembled.
His lips parted only a crack, his voice seeming to stay trapped in his throat. "There are so many people here. Which one is your father?"
A chubby little hand rose from beside his neck, its index finger pointing straight at the bright yellow figure in the middle of the crowd, without the slightest concern for his survival.
The little dumpling on his back promptly added, "The very, very prettiest one!"
Liaochen: "..."
He dared neither respond nor actually raise his head to identify the man.
After all, of everyone present, the only person who dared describe the Son of Heaven as "pretty" was probably the little dumpling on his back.
"Uncle, can you turn off your shaking mode?" Jiang Yingcheng asked with a frown. "Chengcheng feels a little uncomfortable."
Liaochen: "..."
As if he could turn it off just because she asked!
Thud-
Liaochen's legs gave out, and he dropped straight to his knees.
Only after Jiang Tinghuai lifted the little dumpling off his back did Liaochen offer a proper salute. "This humble commoner pays his respects to Your Majesty-"
Jiang Yanchuan raised an eyebrow slightly. His gaze swept over the proud faces of the children before he chuckled softly and looked down at the man kneeling on the ground. "Rise."
He was rather curious about the identity of someone the children had brought before him as though presenting a treasure.
Liaochen rose from the ground, and Jiang Yingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, then happily ran toward her beautiful imperial father.
"Father~" Jiang Yanchuan still held a memorial, so she did not ask to be picked up. Instead, she