Suddenly, Jingjing let out a loud cry, and one hand grabbed hold of Prince Consort Pan's left cheek, twisting it fiercely. Because of the excessive force, her little face turned bright red.
The wet nurse didn't dare to come forward. Yixiu and Yijin, being short, couldn't pry Jingjing's hand away, so they kept shouting, "Jingjing, let go quickly..."
Prince Consort Pan patiently endured the pinching with a good temper, even saying, "It's all right, I'm quite fond of Jingjing, let her..." Before he could finish, the expression on his face turned awkward.
Finally, Jingjing relaxed her body and let go of her grip, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but then they sensed something was amiss, as a smell began to spread.
The wet nurse hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Oh dear, did the child have a poopy accident?" With that, she promptly took Jingjing away, only to see that Prince Consort Pan's snow-white sleeve was smeared with a clump of yellowish substance.
