My name is Jiang Yingcheng, and I'm my father's most, most, most~ beloved Little Princess!!

The last days of the twelfth lunar month had arrived, and New Year's Day was drawing near.

Envoys from various nations arrived in the capital one after another, and the palace grew visibly busier.

Jiang Yingcheng had been dressed in a bright red padded outfit, making her look like a little doll plucked straight from a New Year print-adorable, festive...

And heavily bundled up.

Jiang Yingcheng's brows knitted slightly, tiny beads of sweat dotting her temples, as she told her Imperial Consort mother pitifully, "It's a little tight."

Fang Siwan straightened and looked her up and down, finding herself at a loss as well.

These outfits had been measured two months earlier and made specifically for this festive season. Though she hadn't yet held her current position back then, she had still willingly spent a hefty sum on several custom-made outfits for the little girl.

Who could have expected that, in just two short months, everyone feeding the little girl would have made her so much rounder?

Qingbi stepped forward hesitantly. "Perhaps this servant could visit a ready-made clothing shop outside the palace and buy the Little Highness a couple of new outfits..."

Fang Siwan shook her head. "At this time of year, all the fine clothes will have been snapped up by the great families. How could there be anything suitable left..."

"Then perhaps this servant could take the Little Highness to lose some-pick, pick up some dead branches outside..."

The word "weight," which hadn't yet escaped her lips, swerved sharply under Fang Siwan's sudden backward glare, nearly spraining her tongue.

Even so, Jiang Yingcheng understood what Qingbi had left unsaid.

"Lose some weight?" She stood up on the bed, held onto her Imperial Consort mother's shoulders, and rose onto her tiptoes, trying to look Qingbi in the eye.