An Youyou saw the Empress, and excitedly ran over, "Mother, look at the sword Guard Lin gave me."
Then she began to brag endlessly.
"Guard Lin crafted it himself. Isn't it beautiful?" An Youyou boasted.
"It's alright." An Ning looked at the exquisite Treasure Sword with an indifferent tone.
"Not 'alright,' it's 'fantastic.'" An Youyou was a bit upset by her mother's dismissive response. Her round eyes stared at An Ning, "Mother, are you jealous?"
An Ning frowned.
"You must be jealous because Guard Lin gave me a gift and not you, that's the only reason. Mother, you're so petty." An Youyou wrinkled her little nose.
"An Youyou!" An Ning got angry.
An Youyou was always good at judging people's moods, so she immediately ran behind Lin Zichan, hugging his leg and poking her little head out, "Guard Lin, protect me."
Lin Zichan chuckled indulgently.
He directly picked An Youyou up in his arms.
An Youyou wrapped her arms around Lin Zichan's neck.
