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

Xiao Lanxing felt very happy.

Since arriving at Prince Jing's residence, the little girl has been happy every day, but she seems to have been even happier these past few days.

As for why...

That's because her relationship with her father is getting better and better!

"Daddy! Daddy!"

As the sweet, soft voice drifted through the screen and into the room, a figure wearing a small cloak quickly appeared beside the screen, carrying something in her hand as she excitedly entered.

Behind her was Nuandong, who was afraid that she would fall if she ran too fast, and her steps stopped abruptly in front of the screen.

Without Xuan Yuanjing's permission, Nuan Dong, as the young master's personal maid, could only stop here and could not go any further.

Otherwise, you will be punished.

However, compared to others, especially those maids who couldn't even enter the main room, Nuandong was already receiving special treatment thanks to Xiaolanxing.

Although I don't really want this kind of warm winter treatment.

Little Lanxing rushed to Xuanyuan Jing with a bright smile, "Daddy! Look! Me, Warm Winter, Lantern!"

Look! The lantern she made with Nuandong! It's ready to use just by pasting the paper on it!

As she spoke, she grabbed the two sides of the object in her hands and pulled, and a lantern stand that didn't look particularly exquisite appeared in front of Xuan Yuanjing.

Xuanyuan Jing was sitting on the edge of the bed, with someone squatting in front of him, massaging his leg muscles as instructed by Doctor Fang.

This was done to help Xuanyuan Jing recover faster and better, and it was also Xuanyuan Jing's own request.

These days, Xuanyuan Jing has to undergo three massages every day. The first two are fine, but the last one is during a medicinal bath, when he is completely naked.

If it were then, Xuanyuan Jing would definitely have someone stop the girl, otherwise it would have been awkward.

"Did you make this yourself?" Xuan Yuanjing raised his hand to signal the other to continue. He leaned against the bed, relaxed his body, and looked at the little girl with a smile in his eyes: "You're really amazing. Come on, stretch out your hand so Daddy can see if you're hurt."

The little girl obediently carried a lantern in one hand, stretched out one hand in front of the man, and shook her head: "No, warm winter, my finger hurts."

She wasn't injured. Although the little girl didn't remember, she had experience making lanterns and quickly became skilled, her fingers dexterous.

She had just seen the bamboo sprouting by the courtyard wall and suddenly had the idea to make lanterns. At first, she only planned to make them by herself, but Nuandong was worried and couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she said she would make them with the little girl.

As it turned out... the little girl was fine. At most, she was just too small, and since it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, she made a retractable lantern stand and that was it.

Even in the mild winter, a complete novice, despite having fairly nimble hands, still accidentally cut his hand on a bamboo strip.

Xuanyuan Jing reached out and took the little girl's hand, examining it closely to make sure he couldn't see any injuries. He then carefully asked the little girl if she felt any prickles anywhere.

The little girl kept shaking her head. Seeing how worried Xuan Yuanjing looked, she rolled her eyes, lowered her head, and looked somewhat dejected.

After checking the little girl's hands and arms, Xuan Yuanjing breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that she's alright..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Yuanjing noticed that the little girl had her head down, clearly not as enthusiastic as when she first came in.

Xuan Yuanjing was somewhat surprised. He took the lantern stand that the little girl was still carrying and put it aside, asking softly, "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"

Xiao Lanxing blinked, looked up at Xuan Yuanjing, and then looked down at her little hands.

Her hands were small and delicate. Every time Xuan Yuanjing held her hand, he dared not use force, for fear that he might accidentally crush the little girl's hand or hurt her.

The man's fingers were long and broad, able to hold both of her hands firmly, and also her forearms.

Two years had not completely removed the thick calluses on the man's hands; the remaining traces were enough to tell of his past experiences.

When Xiao Lanxing's hand was held by Xuan Yuanjing, she would occasionally feel a touch that was completely different from her own hand and skin. This made the little girl feel a bit novel, but not disgusted.

Although the little girl's hands were soft and white, she inexplicably felt that she used to have such soft skin, but now she didn't.

She is just like her father.

At this moment, the little girl looked at her own hand, then at Xuan Yuanjing's, and suddenly broke free from the man's hand, poking at the remaining calluses on his hand: "If I had this, Father wouldn't worry?"

She didn't utter a single word about being lazy, and Xuan Yuanjing understood that the little girl was very serious when she said that.

He was momentarily stunned, not understanding why the little girl would suddenly say that, but after recalling what had just happened, he seemed to vaguely understand something.

but……

Xuanyuan Jing lowered his eyes, looked at the marks on his hands, and smiled: "This, Xingxing, are you referring to these calluses?"

Xiao Lanxing nodded earnestly.

Xuanyuan Jing: "These calluses... do protect my hands, but if possible, Father would still like your hands to stay like this, fair and tender."

Although Xuanyuan Jing wasn't the type to pamper his child, his mindset changed after acknowledging the other party's daughter's identity.

“These are all traces left by Father when he practiced martial arts. Practicing martial arts is very hard…” As he spoke, Xuan Yuanjing remembered the little girl’s previous competition with the guards, and his eyes darkened.

Xiao Lanxing: "Daddy?"

Xuanyuan Jing continued, "But whether it's hard or not depends on yourself. If you like martial arts, I can arrange a master for you, and your father can also teach you; but if you only practice martial arts for these cocoons, then you're putting the cart before the horse."

After a pause, Xuan Yuanjing asked again, "Does Xingxing know what 'putting the cart before the horse' means?"

Xiao Lanxing blinked and nodded.

She couldn't say it very clearly, but she definitely understood what Xuan Yuanjing meant.

Xuanyuan Jing: "As for what you just said... it's because you thought your father was worried about your hand getting hurt, that's why you asked that question, right?"

Xiao Lanxing: "Mm."

The little girl's voice was low, and she wasn't in a very high mood.

Xuanyuan Jing sighed, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I'm worried that it's unavoidable for you, Xingxing."

"This has nothing to do with whether you have a cocoon or not, Star."

At this point, Xuanyuan Jing fell silent again.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips moved several times as if he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to say it.

Xiao Lanxing waited for a while, but didn't hear Xuan Yuanjing say anything more. She raised her little head again to look at him and met the man's deep yet gentle gaze.

Xuanyuan Jing wanted to say that he knew Lanxing was no ordinary child; she was very capable.

But once you truly consider someone as your own daughter, how can you simply stop worrying?