Niao Niao was absolutely delighted with him, holding his little hands and teasing him endlessly.
"Little baby, would you like to let Aunt Niao hold you?" Niao Niao extended her arms towards him.
Originally, she didn't dare to presumptuously call herself the baby's aunt; it was Feng Yueya who suggested she do so, and thus she agreed.
The baby glanced at her, cheerfully turned his head away, indicating refusal.
"Come on, let Aunt Niao hold you for a bit." Niao Niao squatted down and looked up at him, almost pleading.
He cheerfully turned his head away again, refusing to let her hold him.
Niao Niao looked at Feng Yueya with frustration, muttering, "Princess Consort, the Young Prince won't let me hold him…"
Feng Yueya couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Niao Niao's pitiful look was nothing like her usual dignified and capable self, which was truly amusing.
