When Shu Yu came out from the palace, his expression was a bit complicated.
Seeing this, Meng Yunzheng couldn't help but laugh and say, "What, do you feel it's inappropriate for the Emperor to acknowledge our daughter as his honorary daughter?"
"Not really." Shu Yu sighed, leaning against the shaky carriage, and said softly, "I just feel that Mianmian already has so many people doting and pampering her. Now, with the two most esteemed figures as her backing, won't she be over the moon?"
Meng Yunzheng, "..."
He glanced at his daughter, who was holding palace pastries and clinking cups with Huohuo, and laughed, "You're overthinking it. With us around, we definitely won't let her stray down the wrong path."
Shu Yu chuckled, "Let's correct that, take out the 'us'."
He should also consider his demeanor as a doting father; when Mianmian acts spoiled, all principles are forgotten.
Meng Yunzheng touched his nose, no longer daring to speak.
