Holding Dan-ge'er in her arms, Song Ci carefully studied his little face. This child carved from pink jade—just imagining him with a bald head made her involuntarily shake her head.
Cute was cute, but the image truly wasn't pretty.
Nanny Gong pursed her lips in a smile and said, "You've really taken the Master's words to heart, afraid that the Sixth Young Master will be tricked off to become a little monk and take refuge in the Buddha?"
Song Ci said awkwardly, "You know how these monks are all mysterious and mumbo-jumbo. They say one sentence about 'having a karmic bond with the Buddha' and it's enough to leave a shadow in your heart."
Nanny Gong looked at Dan-ge'er with affection and said, "If you don't allow it, how would he dare to go?"
