The three-year-old host decides to raise an emperor father for himself.

When Xiao Lanxing woke up from her sleep, the rain had stopped.

Suddenly waking up from her dream, the little girl was still a bit dazed and confused, not understanding where she was.

Unlike Xuan Yuanjing's bed, which was covered by layers of curtains, the little girl's room was relatively clean and tidy, and the light was also brighter. Even the bed was moved closer to the window at the little girl's request.

So when the little girl woke up, she knew that she was not in her own little bed.

But children have their own ways of discerning their environment, and Xiao Lanxing is no exception.

She was only briefly confused, blinked a few times, listened to the sounds around her for a while, and then huffed and puffed as she lifted the covers and got out of bed.

The little girl didn't greet anyone. After moving to the edge of the bed, she sat obediently and tried to straighten her clothes for a while. When she found that the fabric was wrinkled and couldn't be smoothed out, she gave up.

After a long struggle with the bed curtains, the little girl finally emerged from what felt like a maze to her and was finally able to see the view outside the bed.

Familiar tables and chairs, and familiar people.

Xuan Yuanjing, who had been sitting by the window for an unknown amount of time, quietly watched in her direction, seemingly having witnessed the entire scene, but showed no intention of going forward to help.

Xiao Lanxing tugged at the bed curtains, her clear eyes looking at him for a while, but instead of rushing over as usual, she quickly retreated back into the bed.

Xuan Yuanjing's face, which was inexplicably cold, paused slightly, revealing a hint of surprise. He moved slightly, about to get up and go forward to check.

But before he could make a move, the little girl who had suddenly hidden away earlier popped out again, this time holding something in her hand.

Then, the little girl pulled back the bed curtains and rushed over without even putting on her shoes.

It was clear that she was really anxious. In the blink of an eye, she appeared directly in front of Xuan Yuanjing. By the time Xuan Yuanjing came to his senses, there was already something in his hand.

He lowered his head, blinked slowly, and looked at the small, concealed weapon in his hand—a weapon he himself didn't even know when or where he had placed. "This is..."

Xiao Lanxing tilted her head back, grabbed his knees and started to pull herself up. In a few quick movements, she jumped onto Xuan Yuanjing's knees and stood up by holding onto his shoulders.

Then, a look of obvious worry appeared on the little girl's face, which could be completely covered by one hand. Her little brows furrowed, and she asked in a serious tone, "Daddy, were you bullied?"

When Xuanyuan Jing felt the little girl supporting his shoulder, his body stiffened slightly, and he didn't dare to move easily for a moment.

Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment and did not reply immediately.

Without waiting for his answer, the little girl freed one hand, and after making sure she could stand steadily, pointed to the thing in his palm: "Daddy, is this useless?"

She gave him something that could protect her father, but didn't her father use it to teach those who bullied him a lesson?

Xuanyuan Jing: "Ah, you mean this?"

He blinked slowly, unconsciously imagining what might happen if he used this attack on Xuan Yuanlin, and a smile appeared on his lips.

There wasn't a trace of a smile in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Jing said, "There's no need."

It's pointless. Although it might make Xuan Yuanlin uncomfortable for a while, it's useless except for giving the other party a handle against him.

As for killing Xuanyuan Lin and all that...

Xuanyuan Jing doesn't even know what he's thinking anymore.

Rather, when he heard that person repeatedly calling him a bastard in his mind, Xuan Yuanjing felt that all the trust he had placed in that person over the years was a joke.

To think that you would actually treat someone as a brother is the biggest joke in the world.

fake.

It's all fake.

Xiao Lanxing blinked, seemingly not understanding why he said that, nor why her father, who already seemed to be in a bad mood, became even more upset after she asked the question.

For her now, trying to figure out what this emotion is is too difficult for this baby.

However, Xuan Yuanjing was unhappy, and she was well aware of that.

The little girl tilted her head and looked at the man in front of her with a gloomy and somewhat bewildered expression. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged his head.

Xuan Yuanjing, whose view was suddenly completely blocked: ?

Being completely deprived of sight would undoubtedly rapidly reduce Xuan Yuanjing's sense of security.

Just as he was about to stop the girl from doing this and remove her from his body, he suddenly felt a slight touch on his head.

It's just like……

It was like someone was patting his head.

Xuanyuan Jing: ?

Little Lanxing said in her childish voice, "Hug me, Daddy, don't be sad."

She actually wanted to give Xuanyuan Jing a hug, but she was too small and it was too difficult for her to hug him. So, Xiao Lanxing very sensibly only hugged his head.

Muttering to herself, Xiao Lanxing stroked the top of the head in her arms in her own way, "Rusty fur, sad Feifei~"

"Daddy, don't cry, Lanxing will hug you, don't be sad~"

"Whew~ All the sadness has flown away~"

Xuanyuan Jing vaguely felt a breeze coming from above his head, as if the little girl was blowing on his head.

He couldn't see the little girl's expression at that moment. Her covered eyes blinked slowly and laboriously, and her stiff body gradually relaxed.

He fumbled to place the things in his hands on the small table beside him, raised his hands, and embraced the little girl in front of him, using her body to hide all the expressions on his face.

With this action, it seemed as if even the thoughts rushing wildly into his mind gradually faded away, even though Xuan Yuanjing knew it was just his illusion.

But... only for this moment.

In that instant, his heart calmed down.

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The little girl seemed to genuinely believe that her methods could pull Xuan Yuanjing out of his sadness, so she kept muttering to herself until Xuan Yuanjing came to his senses and heard that the little girl's voice had become hoarse, at which point the strange ritual ended.

He pulled his head out of the little girl's arms, not caring how messy his hair was. After exchanging a glance with the little girl, he looked away and said, "Pour me a glass of warm water."

"Yes."

A bodyguard appeared silently in the room, deftly tested the water temperature of the teapot on the table, and then, as requested by Xuan Yuanjing, brought him a cup of warm water and respectfully handed it to him.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the guards never once looked up.

Even when they were in the shadows, he had already noticed that their prince's eyes were slightly red.