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

After Chen Li left, Xuan Yuanjing picked up the little girl and gently pinched her chubby cheeks: "What were you thinking about just now?"

Xiao Lanxing tilted her head, thought for a moment, and neither lied nor told the truth: "Gao Gao."

The little guy was thinking, "Daddy got bullied again. Eating cake will make me feel better."

Xuanyuan Jing: Although... never mind.

He smiled, lowered his head slightly, and gently rubbed his forehead against hers before turning to instruct the person outside the door, "Go and fetch some pastries."

A warm winter voice came through the door: "Yes."

The little girl, with her eyes crinkled into crescents, pressed her cheek against his and mumbled, "Osmanthus cake, lotus cake, and... is there also plum blossom cake?"

Xuanyuan Jing: "Do you want to eat plum blossom cake?"

The little girl nodded curiously.

Although he couldn't see her expression, Xuan Yuanjing could easily picture the curious yet obedient look on the little girl's face, and his heart melted.

He tidied the letters on the table to the side with one hand, spread out a piece of paper, and took out the small calligraphy brush specially prepared for the little girl: "You haven't practiced calligraphy yet today, perfect timing. Come on, write ten big characters, and Daddy will have someone prepare plum blossom cakes for you, okay?"

The little girl blinked, then blinked again, and hesitantly hummed in agreement.

Xuan Yuanjing could easily detect the little girl's hesitation; in fact, he already knew that she disliked practicing calligraphy—she seemed to dislike staying in one place doing the same thing all the time.

Although she often appears to be a quiet and introverted girl, she is not actually one.

At least, the little girl would be more interested if I took her out for morning exercise.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. She's a young girl who can outshine even seasoned bodyguards on her own.

If one weren't interested, even with extraordinary talent, it would be impossible to have such skills at this age.

but……

Xuanyuan Jing: "Xingxing, you still need to practice your handwriting."

He never intended for his precious daughter to become a calligraphy master, but this was something he couldn't just let go of. Xuan Yuanjing didn't want his little girl to become illiterate.

Fortunately, the little girl seemed to understand his good intentions. Although she didn't like it, she would still carry out his instructions conscientiously every time.

Seeing her small, delicate hands take the specially made calligraphy brush, Xuan Yuanjing asked gently, "Do you want Daddy to hold you or do you want to do it yourself?"

The little girl mumbled, "Daddy, hug me."

She actually really enjoys being close to Xuan Yuanjing; in fact, she really likes to be close to people she knows well.

The first one is Xuanyuan Jing, and the second one is Nuandong.

Chen Li is another one, but he rarely hugs her unless the little girl reaches out for a hug.

Everything else depends on the situation. At least so far, the girl has had the most contact with these three people.

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Su family.

Since Su Mingxuan entered the palace as a concubine and became increasingly favored, the Su family has gradually become a bustling place.

The current emperor does not shy away from bestowing favors upon the families of his favorite concubines as a way of showing his affection for them.

Therefore, thanks to Su Mingxuan's influence, the Su family has gained a lot of benefits over the years, including Su Jianming's official position, as well as the official positions of Su Mingxuan's uncle and Zhou Fu's brother.

Because they have someone in the palace who can speak to the emperor, the Su family is now very confident when they go out. Even the guards at the Su family's gate look rather arrogant.

As a carriage that didn't look particularly luxurious drove through the alley and slowly came to a stop in front of the Su family's gate, the gatekeeper, who had also made a considerable amount of money by guarding the gate, narrowed his eyes.

He thought it was someone else sneaking around trying to ask the Su family for a favor, clicked his tongue, and winked at his companion.

"Look, another lucrative opportunity today." That's what his eyes said.

His tall, burly companion gave him the same look: "Let's go drinking later, guys."

"okay!"

Then, the carriage curtain was lifted from the inside, and strange noises reached their ears.

It sounded like someone had their mouth gagged and was sobbing.

Before the two could react, a person who was tightly bound was thrown off the carriage and landed on the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure jumped down from the carriage. He was dressed in a close-fitting outfit and moved with light steps. When he jumped down from the carriage, he was as light as a cat and made no sound.

To an uninformed person, his attire seemed rather thin for the time of year.

But he seemed not to feel the slightest bit of cold, as if he were in a different season from everyone else around him.

"Oh." The man saw the two stunned gatekeepers, raised his hand and greeted them with a smile, "Is this the residence of Lord Su Jianming?"

Upon hearing Su Jianming's name, the doorman finally snapped out of his daze, picked up a stick from the side, and looked at him warily: "Who are you?"

The visitor looked up at the plaque, as if confirming something, and smiled: "It seems so."

Then, ignoring the two men's wariness, he turned to the quiet and silent coachman and said, "Take the things out."

The driver didn't say anything, but quietly turned around and dragged a box out of the carriage.

Meanwhile, the commotion had already attracted the attention of the surrounding residents, and some people were already peeking over the side.

If the two doormen still didn't understand that this was a trouble-making situation, they might as well quit their jobs.

"Wait, you..."

The young man in the tight-fitting clothes spoke up at this moment, directly interrupting the gatekeeper's words of reprimand. He turned around and looked at them with a smile: "Oh right, I forgot to mention, gentlemen, could you please inform them that..."

"Pei Qingzhu, the commander of the guards of Prince Jing's mansion, has come on orders to return the people that Madam Su was raising in Prince Jing's mansion. Thank you for your trouble."

At the same time, he raised his hand, and a token fell into his palm, with the character "Jing" clearly engraved on it.

The gatekeeper was stunned. After a moment, he remembered who this so-called Prince Jing was, and his expression instantly turned ugly.

If it were anyone else, the gatekeeper would have already used the title of a favored concubine in the palace to teach that young man a lesson.

Prince Ke Jing’s Mansion…

Some time ago, the news of Prince Jing's awakening spread throughout the capital, and the Su family naturally received the news as well. As the most well-informed place, how could the gatekeeper not know about this?

This is not someone a mere gatekeeper like him can easily offend.

The gatekeeper's expression shifted several times before he could only mutter, "Please wait a moment, I'll go in and inform them."

As for the implied meaning behind the other party's words, he deliberately avoided thinking about it deeply.