Afternoon.
Huangfu Xian brought Nanxiang into the Imperial Palace.
Along the way, Nanxiang kept ogling the child, drawing countless cold stares from Huangfu Xian.
"What are you holding in your arms? Can I take a look?" After dismounting the carriage, Nanxiang asked while pushing Huangfu Xian's wheelchair, gazing at the small bundle in Huangfu Xian's arms.
Since coming out of the house, Huangfu Xian had been holding it, not knowing what was inside, and hadn't let go the entire way.
"I'm not showing you," Huangfu Xian said with haughty coyness.
Gu Jiao had said that with these things, his amputated limbs could be reattached to his legs. He couldn't wear them now as his wounds hadn't healed yet, but he had thought about it and wanted to bond with them in advance.
Nanxiang was not angered but instead smiled; the child was adorable, really adorable, even when angry!
