The Supporting Actress Made A Comeback-Chapter 1067 - 1069: Too Proud to Admit It

Marquis Xuan Yuan felt a bit awkward, smiled, and said, "Naturally, the Princess is already extraordinarily outstanding. As the children of the Princess, they are bound to be remarkable as well. Moreover, these two sons are so bright and transparent in appearance, you can tell at a glance how extremely intelligent they are."

General Song laughed heartily, "Indeed, the Marquis is absolutely right!"

Marquis Xuan Yuan forced a smile and quickly said, "I suppose His Majesty has much to discuss with the Princess, so I shall take my leave first."

The Emperor’s attention had already been captivated by the two adorable little chubby bundles. He wanted to take a closer look, but was held back by a sense of unease in his heart.

After all, the origins of these two children were almost an open secret at court.

Rumors spread, and over time, it felt like a thorn had embedded itself in the Emperor’s heart.

No, make that two thorns.

It was precisely these two little ones.

The Emperor’s emotions were so complex that even he couldn’t sort out what exactly he was feeling. Hearing this, he waved his hand and sighed, "You may leave."

General Song with Song Gu, Marquis Xuan Yuan with Yichuan, all slightly bowed and took their leave promptly.

Just before leaving, Yichuan’s gaze stayed on Mo Shu, filled with entanglement, pain, and reluctance, which quickly subsided.

Mo Shu was holding Little Honey Pot in her arms, who seemed very happy today, amusing herself with who knows what, her small mouth cracked open in joyous laughter.

The Emperor, amidst his complex feelings, heard Little Honey Pot’s laughter, which inexplicably made his heart feel more blocked, yet he couldn’t help but feel a touch of joy, so he glanced over.

Little Tangguan was also being held by Aunt Ji Nan, clutching a pacifier, swinging it around with saliva dripping everywhere.

Little Tangguan seemed very pleased too, looking at the Emperor, grinning and babbling in incomprehensible sounds, swinging the pacifier, and chuckling merrily.

The Emperor’s heart softened a little but was still reluctant to get closer. With a stern face, he said, "Why have you brought them here?"

Mo Shu came closer with a smile and said, "I brought the children for you to see, Father. These are your first grandchildren, after all."

She said "grandchildren," not "descendants."

Although it’s only a one-word difference, the significance is distinct.

The Emperor’s expression softened slightly, and he looked over sideways.

Mo Shu had already come over, holding the baby in front of the Emperor.

The Emperor snorted coldly, "What’s this for? Take him away!"

Mo Shu said, "Aren’t you going to hold him?"

The Emperor pushed him away, but Little Honey Pot eagerly reached out to him, with his big, round eyes sparklingly watching him, then let out a coo, almost drooling.

Seeing the Emperor make no further reactions, Mo Shu gently nudged the child into his arms.

The Emperor half-heartedly resisted, snorting, "I don’t want to hold him, take him away!"

But it was too late.

Mo Shu had already let go.

Little Honey Pot was in the Emperor’s arms, acting all buddy-buddy, tugging at his clothes and snuggling, then reached out and grabbed the Emperor’s beard.

The Emperor was so angry he puffed his beard and glared, "Aren’t you going to control your child?"

Little Honey Pot let out a sharp laugh, as if finding a new toy.

Mo Shu said, "Don’t grab Grandpa’s beard, let Grandpa give you his hand to play with."

Little Honey Pot’s small hand was slapped away but immediately retracted, cooed again, while the Emperor had already stretched his hand out.

Mo Shu quietly curved her lips into a slight smile.

Indeed, preserving face at all costs.