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

Before anyone could ask, Xiao Lanxing touched the workbench she had failed to make, took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hands. "Sigh, I'm too young. It makes sense for adults to do some things."

It was rare for her to speak such long sentences in front of anyone other than Xuanyuan Jing.

Nuandong understood the meaning behind the words and stepped forward to ask, "Miss, what do you need to do? Perhaps you can instruct me."

Xiao Lanxing: "Pen and ink."

Take immediate action to ensure a warm winter.

Afterwards, Xiao Lanxing found a clean table, took a pen and ink, and busied herself all morning, finally drawing a detailed blueprint for making a repeating crossbow.

The dimensions and number of parts are clearly marked.

Because it was so clear, when Nuandong saw the whole picture, her hands trembled a little.

Xiao Lanxing: "Phew, all done."

Warm Winter: "Miss, this..."

Xiao Lanxing put down her pen, jumped off the stool, clapped her hands, and pointed to the flattened paper on the table: "Warm winter, can you do this?"

She didn't even ask Nuandong to assemble it; she just wanted Nuandong to make the parts for each component.

She can assemble it herself.

Nuandong's pupils trembled slightly, unsure whether her feelings were shock or worry. After hesitating for a moment, she remembered that Xuanyuan Jing had asked her to fulfill all the little girl's requests...

Warm Winter nodded somewhat stiffly: "Okay."

Xiao Lanxing, on the other hand, took it all in stride and didn't take it seriously. After all, from her perspective, she was just finding herself a suitable tool.

But it's a completely different story in the eyes of a mild winter.

Warm Winter: Oh no, did I accidentally find out some secret?

It's no wonder she was worried; the drawings were made by a young girl... Even without a physical object, they didn't look like those crudely made "toys," but rather like the kind of drawings that would be sealed away.

If the girl came up with the drawing herself, things would be better; but if she saw it by chance at the prince's place, and given her good memory, she simply drew it out...

A mild winter: everything went black.

She doesn't want to know such a secret.

Nuandong felt a little uneasy, but she steeled herself and prepared to personally report to Xuanyuan Jing later...

They wouldn't lose their lives over this matter. They all knew that Prince Jing wasn't the kind of person who would kill indiscriminately.

However, to maintain secrecy, the mild winter may be "disappeared".

She was a little scared and didn't want to leave Xiao Lanxing's side.

As one of the people who had the most contact with Xiao Lanxing, Nuandong found it hard not to develop feelings for this well-behaved, obedient, sometimes quirky, but most of the time incredibly cute young lady.

She really likes her.

Once you've seen the sunlight, who would want to go back to the shadows?

Xiao Lanxing: "Ah, Daddy."

A shiver ran through me in the mild winter. My hand holding the paper tightened slightly, crumpling one corner. I shivered again when I saw it and quickly let go.

"Star."

The male voice carried a hint of amusement, and its owner seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. His voice preceded his arrival, and then the tall figure lifted the curtain and entered the room, saying, "It's noon. Father has come to pick you up for lunch."

Little Lanxing ran to the man's legs and pounced on him, asking, "Daddy, are you done?"

Xuanyuan Jing bent down and picked up the little girl, raising her to a higher level. At the same time, his gaze fell on the papers that had not yet been put away on the table, and on their contents.

Xuan Yuanjing's knowledge of various weapons allowed him to easily understand the general content drawn on the paper, and his pupils contracted slightly.

His expression remained unchanged, his voice gentle, and he asked seemingly casually, "Did the stars draw this? What does it depict?"

Xiao Lanxing nestled in his arms, glanced at the blueprints, and was about to answer when she noticed that Nuandong, who had been standing by the table, had quietly knelt down beside her.

Xiao Lanxing asked in confusion: "A mild winter?"

Xuanyuan Jing raised his hand: "Get up, I was just asking casually."

What Xuanyuan Jing really wanted to say was: Warm Winter, could you please stop making those noises in your head?

He had just come into contact with Xiao Lanxing when he heard a sharp, explosive sound coming from Nuandong's heart not far away.

Fortunately, he has been tempered and now, apart from Xingxing, it is difficult for others to make him lose control of his expression.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to hold it in just now.

Warm Winter: [Aaaaaaah! Why is Your Highness here at this hour?! I haven't even thought of what to say yet! What should I do?! What should I do?!]

Warm Winter: [How can I convince the Prince that I didn't intentionally guide Miss to draw this kind of thing?!]

Warm Winter: [Although I believe the prince wouldn't kill me to keep it a secret, I'm still so scared!]

Xuanyuan Jing: ...

No, he wasn't this unreliable during the mild winters of the past.

Well, after Xuanyuan Jing recognized that they were weapon blueprints, he could understand it, but...

Xuanyuan Jing: It's no big deal.

After he realized that Xuan Yuanlin was hostile to him, he occasionally had some rebellious thoughts when he was alone. Compared with those thoughts, what was it to see a weapon blueprint?

Nuandong lowered her head slightly and stood up calmly.

Warm Winter: [Fortunately, the prince doesn't seem to want to kill anyone.]

Xuanyuan Jing: ...

Xiao Lanxing: [The heartbeat of this warm winter is so fast.]

Xuanyuan Jing sighed, took a few steps closer, and examined the unfolded drawing carefully. He noticed that some of the ink was still wet. "Did Xingxing draw this?"

Xiao Lanxing exclaimed "Ah!" and nodded her little head: "Oh, right."

Xiao Lanxing: [I'm too weak, my hands are too small to hold the bamboo, so I'll have to leave this to Nuandong for now.]

Xiao Lanxing: [If I speak, Nuandong never quite understands what I mean, so I'll just draw it out for her to follow.]

Xiao Lanxing: "It's a weapon I made for Daddy, but I'm too weak, so I need Warm Winter's help."

Xuanyuan Jing examined it for a while. He could roughly tell what kind of weapon it was, but he was good at close combat and his proficiency with bows and crossbows was only at an above-average level.

They knew even less about crossbows than those who dealt with them frequently.

Xuanyuan Jing finally said with a smile, "How could that be? Isn't Xingxing super amazing?"

As soon as he said it, Xuan Yuanjing realized that he had inadvertently picked up the praise that little girls often used. After a pause, he continued, "Xingxing is already very capable. If she could do everything by herself, wouldn't Father have no use for his talents?"

“It’s the same with Nuandong. She was originally here to take care of you, but Xingxing always prefers to be self-reliant. Now that Nuandong can help you with something, she’s overjoyed.”

As he spoke, Xuanyuan Jing looked up at Nuandong and asked, "Nuandong, what do you think?"

Nuandong breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, this servant also wants to do something to help Miss."

Warm Winter: [Waaaaah, as expected, the Prince is the best Prince!]

Warm Winter: [As expected of Miss's father!]

Xuanyuan Jing: ...?

The primary and secondary priorities are reversed.