Chen Afu arrived at the doorway of the Bamboo Pavilion, just as the sedan chair carrying Princess Rui and a little boy around three or four years old arrived. The little boy bore a strong resemblance to Prince Rui, but he was pale and listless. It was clear at first sight that he was not as vigorous as a healthy child should be.
Chen Afu stepped forward to greet him with a bow, a smile on his face. "Your esteemed visit flatters us. I'm sorry for the lack of reception," he said.
Princess Rui chuckled. "We've dared to disturb you so early in the day, Granny Chu. Please forgive us." She then lowered her gaze to the small boy, saying, "Xuan'er, call her auntie."
Hearing his mother's words, Li Xuan lifted his head and greeted Chen Afu. "Auntie, auntie."
Talking slowly, his gaze crystal clear, devoid of joy or sorrow, and as innocent as a newborn baby.
