Prince Changyang and the Princess Consort couldn't help but chuckle. It was amusing, but...
"You're going to see your father today. Did you dress like this to scare him?" The Princess Consort covered her mouth with a handkerchief, approaching with a light laugh.
Ye Qianning scratched her head. "I think it looks pretty good."
"Your Highness," Fourth Granny asked, having latched onto the important detail, "isn't this man Pangtuan's father?"
"This is the Third Prince. Qian Ning's father is a good friend of his," the Princess Consort explained with a smile.
'Qian Ning...'
Fourth Granny didn't recognize the name "Qian Ning" at first. When it finally clicked, she nodded repeatedly. She stared at Sang Yan with a sense of regret. 'Such a handsome man, and he isn't Pangtuan's father. What a shame.'
Having spent the last few days with Fourth Granny, Ye Qianning could guess her thoughts with a single glance.
