The Emperor not only held Panpan but also engaged in conversation with her.
"What's your name?"
"Panpan, Xiao Panpan."
"How old are you?"
"Two years old."
Xiao Chunyu's heart twinged; in fact, she was only a year and a half, two years was the nominal age.
One must say, Panpan is a remarkable child; while others sit at seven months, crawl at eight, and teethe by nine, Panpan reached each milestone a month earlier. By eleven months, she started speaking, and before her first birthday, she could walk steadily on her short little legs.
In the past few months, not only has she learned to talk, but she has formed her own opinions, favoring beautiful people the most. She prefers Molan over Jian Lan due to looks and would fuss to be held by Molan; if there were any handsome little boys around, she would not take her eyes off them, even wanting to play.
People simply treated her as a child, and didn't manage such behavior.
