It was indeed He Tang.
He was wearing a blue official uniform today, looking slender and elegant.
Seeing Jiang Ning, he naturally flashed a warm smile.
"Ah Ning," he called out.
Next to him, the steward's wife coughed loudly, "Sir, this is our Seventh Miss, the Princess Consort of Yu."
A look of embarrassment crossed He Tang's face.
Jiang Ning said, "Mother Zhou, there's nothing for you to do here. You can go busy yourself."
Mother Zhou bowed and left.
Huang Ying pushed Jiang Ning to the table and then went out to pour tea.
"He Tang, sit down and let's talk." Jiang Ning, holding her daughter, greeted He Tang.
He Tang, looking at Lingzi, smiled and exclaimed, "What a beautiful little girl! Is this the little princess?"
"Yes, her name is Lingzi."
"How adorable." He Tang bent down to look at her, tentatively reaching out to hook her little finger.
The little girl stared at him with wide eyes, her eyes round and clear.
Yuxue was delightful, melting people's hearts.
