The Second Imperial Princess’s gentle voice, mingled with the scent of milk, drifted over. "Come, Heting, come hold your little nephew."
He was clumsy, his arms held stiffly in position, as the Second Imperial Princess placed the swaddled infant into his embrace.
The baby’s porcelain-doll face suddenly blossomed into a smile. His chubby little hands grabbed at the jade belt hanging from Heting’s waist, and his soft, milky babbling filled the room with the warmth of spring. "Look, Xuer is smiling. It seems he is very fond of this young Imperial Uncle."
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