"Then are you my daddy?" Ye Qianning tilted her little head, her big, sparkling eyes fixed on him.
Sang Yan's heart skipped a beat as her clear gaze met his. 'She's so adorable,' he thought. 'It wouldn't be bad to have a daughter like this, but alas...'
"Rest assured, I will definitely help you find your daddy." After speaking, Sang Yan stood up and looked at Prince Changyang. "Imperial Uncle, I must ask you and Imperial Aunt to look after this little girl for now. Things should be clear in a couple of days."
No matter how he looked at him, Prince Changyang found Sang Yan displeasing. 'He's just trying to shirk his responsibility.'
Ye Qianning, however, thought the Third Prince seemed quite reliable.
"Of course. Go and attend to your business. You can rest easy knowing Pangtuan is here in the Prince Mansion," the Princess Consort quickly interjected, well aware of her husband's temperament.
"Thank you, Imperial Aunt."
