Jiang Yingcheng had come to find her handsome imperial father in the first place, but she did not want him to think she was eavesdropping on their discussion of official business.
And she naturally assumed that if her handsome imperial father caught her now, she would get her palms smacked.
So when her imperial father crouched down in front of her, she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.
Only when a pair of warm hands lifted her from the ground, and she landed in an even warmer embrace filled with the scent of ambergris, did Jiang Yingcheng tentatively open one eye.
Jiang Yanchuan's voice was almost gentle, with a hint of helplessness. "Why were you crouching there?"
Jiang Yingcheng's already muddled mind automatically translated that into, "How did you manage to sneak in and crouch there?"
"Ch-Chengcheng shared all the little treats she bought on the street with the uncles in charge of announcing visitors~" She tightened her grip on the enormous oilpaper package-the only one she had left-and spoke timidly. "Chengcheng also promised them that Father definitely wouldn't punish them."
Only after saying this did her mind fully clear.
Jiang Yingcheng wrapped both arms around her handsome imperial father's neck and gently rubbed her cheek against his twice, like a kitten. "Father won't make Chengcheng break her promise, right?"
Even Jiang Yanchuan was briefly taken aback by this sudden gesture, a rare occurrence for him. In that moment of silence, Jiang Yingcheng rubbed against his cheek several more times, repeating in rapid succession, "Right, right, right?"
Jiang Yanchuan answered helplessly, "All right-"
[Heeheehee, so smooth! Father's skin is so smooth~]
Jiang Yingcheng's little eyes kept darting toward her handsome imperial father's face, as though she were poised to pounce and rub against him a couple more times.
Jiang Yanchuan: "..."