Su Yaogeng was stunned. She never dreamt that she would see such an unbelievable scene.
A few palace maids were attending to Xia Ji, who leisurely enjoyed herself, seemingly unaware of the half-year-old Su Yu lying among the thorny bushes, his cries barely audible.
She couldn't help but rush over, wanting to pick him up, but someone stopped her.
She looked at Xia Ji in disbelief, while Xia Ji looked at her with a smile.
"He's crying, don't you see?" Su Yaogeng almost shouted.
"Oh. So what?" Xia Ji remained as gentle as ever, her smile warm, but it made Su Yaogeng tremble.
"You, I'm going to tell Father!" Su Yaogeng was still a child then. Her only reliance was her father. Surely he wouldn't stand by and let Xia Ji treat a child like this!
But Xia Ji laughed out loud, "My silly Princess, what can you do even if you tell your father? He is my child. How I treat him is my business. Your father won't care."
