Hua Manman went to the Moon Viewing Pavilion for a while to see the Seventh Prince.
The little guy seemed to have inherited all the best features from his father and mother. His features were exquisite; even at such a young age, it was clear he would grow up to be a handsome man.
Hua Qingqing asked with a smile.
"Do you want to hold Qiong'er?"
Hua Manman was eager on the inside but put on a look of disdain.
"He's just a little pipsqueak. What's there to hold?"
Hua Qingqing knew she never meant what she said and placed the Seventh Prince directly into her arms.
Startled, Hua Manman quickly reached out to catch the Seventh Prince.
But she had never held such a small child before and had no experience whatsoever.
She was afraid of using too much force and hurting the Seventh Prince, but also afraid of not using enough and dropping him. For a moment, she was in a complete fluster.
Hua Qingqing stood beside her, guiding her hands.
