Everyone waited patiently for a while.
As expected, Gu Yihan arrived late with Gu Nuo'er.
The child was wearing a pink dress today.
Her soft black hair was tied into two braids and hung by her ears.
A little hair was left on her forehead, making her eyes look even more watery.
Her skin was soft and her pink lips were tender.
Gu Yihan held his daughter's hand and walked slowly.
Everyone quickly bowed and greeted, "Greetings, Your Majesty and Your Highness."
Gu Yihan was already used to such a scene, so he gave an indifferent reply.
However, Gu Nuo'er waved her small hand.
She said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry, official uncles. Father and I came late!
"My mother scalded her hand at breakfast this morning. My father helped to blow on her hand before we came! Don't be angry!"
Everyone was stunned.
Noble Consort Qiao and His Majesty really shared a close relationship.
