Lu Huaijiang's heart ached when she heard the child's hoarse voice. Her expression changed immediately.
He originally wanted to tear that palace maid into pieces and kill her entire family.
However, knowing that he only had a nephew who was a few years old at home, Lu Huaijiang could only endure his temper.
"Imperial Father, hug me. What's wrong, Zhu Er? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing his wife and daughter's reddened eyes, Lu Huaijiang almost couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.
"I don't know if Zhu Er was scared, but her face was splashed with blood. She just wiped it clean, but she's still very distressed. And he kept reaching out to scratch his face." Lulu held back her tears and was filled with guilt.
This also made her understand more and more that her soft-heartedness towards the world had hurt Zhu Er.
Lu Huaijiang couldn't bear to blame Lulu. Her heart ached.
