"I had this thought before," Chu Yihan answered honestly.
At that time, he was fifteen years old and had returned from a war. His father had conferred upon him the title of Your Highness and granted him a mansion. He was about to inform his mother of this good news.
While walking in the palace, he was accosted by Su Yingxue, this little girl, who grabbed onto his clothes.
Su Yingxue's nanny knelt on the ground, trembling. Su Yingxue continued to clutch his clothes, crying incessantly. When he inquired, he discovered that Su Yingxue had wet herself. In his younger days, he possessed a cold demeanor and did not incline to deal with such a small child as Su Yingxue.
However, her cries were soft and heartrending, tugging at his heartstrings. He glanced down and beheld this little girl, barely as tall as his thigh, with a complexion as fair as snow. She was undeniably adorable, and her cuteness melted his heart.
