Hearing Shiyi's title and seeing his utmost restraint, Chen Afu also felt a strange taste in his heart. It hadn't been long since his arrival in the Imperial Palace, and it seemed he had suddenly aged several years. Originally, he was obedient and cunning, but he was not good at concealing his feelings or enduring hardships. The Imperial Palace sure was a place where one would have to grow up fast.
Chen Afu smiled and said with a false ease, "Wow, Your Highness Shiyi, you look even more majestic and handsome in this outfit."
Not only did Consort Shan enjoy this comment, but Shiyi also blushed and chuckled.
After the formalities were done, Yu and Ming rushed up to Shiyi, hugging his legs and crying, "Shiyi, Shiyi, we missed you, missed you."
Shiyi glanced at the unmoving Chu Hanyan, then lowered his head and led his little brothers, saying, "I missed you guys too." He sat down and pulled both brothers to sit by his side.
