The children knew that Han never scolded them, but he always seemed serious and intimidating.
Over the years, no child in the separate court had ever played with Yan Sihan. They were familiar with him, so they weren't scared, but they kept their distance out of respect, just like they would treat a stern elder.
At this moment, their expressions were like they had done something wrong, and they didn't dare to speak up.
Only Lin Jiaojiao and Xuemei showed slightly different reactions, one surprised and the other taking pleasure in others' misfortune.
After all, Xuemei clearly remembered the last time her lady threw a snowball at the Prince, only for him to dodge it and cause the tightly-packed snowball to hit her in the face instead.
Yan Sihan glanced at his dirty cloak with a bit of disdain, flicked off the snowflakes that had stuck to it, and then looked at the person who was slowly rubbing her hands.
"Come here."
His tone was gentle, but still carried an undeniable command.
