Rebirth of the Ninth Princess

On top of that, Ouyang Qingcheng was holding her with such force that Yuanjiu felt tears almost welling up in her eyes.

In retaliation, she grabbed a handful of his long hair and yanked at it.

He immediately glanced down to looked at her but didn't seem to mind the small pain in the slightest.

Aunt Yue, however, watched the scene with her heart in her throat.

For the beloved Ninth Princess, she bravely spoke up. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty…"

"What is it?"

Aunt Yue mustered her courage and spoke all in one breath: "Your Majesty, the Ninth Princess is still very young, and her bones are not yet fully developed. When holding her, it's best to use your other hand to support her back. This will prevent her from suddenly leaning backward, which could easily strain her waist. Additionally, it's better not to hold her too tightly."

Oh no, oh no, I'm actually lecturing His Majesty! Aunt Yue felt her legs begin to tremble.

Cailun cast a sympathetic glance at Aunt Yue.

Ouyang Qingcheng, indeed, didn't appreciate being lectured, and his eyebrows lifted slightly.

However, he didn't say a word.

Following Aunt Yue's advice, he gently raised his right hand to support Yuanjiu's lower back and simultaneously eased the strength of his left arm.

Watching Yuanjiu's expression, he noticed her visibly relax.

Cailun's widened his eyes in surprise.

He had never seen the Emperor performing such a gentle action.

Glancing at Yuanjiu, he silently sighed: It seems this Ninth Princess is truly exceptional.

Yuanjiu felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Although she didn't want to show weakness, she couldn't help but lean against Ouyang Qingcheng's shoulder.

Feeling her faint breaths brush against his neck, Ouyang Qingcheng curved his lips into a smile.

Such a small, miraculous life was leaning so close to him.

This sensation, though unfamiliar, was something he found he rather enjoyed.

Just as they exited the sacred hall, they saw Hanxue pacing anxiously back and forth.

Upon seeing them, she quickly approached and bowed. "Your servant Hanxue greets Your Majesty."

"No need for formalities. Starting tomorrow, the two of you will move to the Heavenly Dragon Palace," Ouyang Qingcheng instructed.

Aunt Yue and Hanxue exchanged confused glances but could only reply in unison, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Ouyang Qingcheng responded with an enigmatic smile.

Yuanjiu who is drowsy on his shoulder, instinctively reached out her little hands to wrap around his neck.

Unfortunately, her arms were too short, and the gesture was more of a soft attempt at holding on.

When they finally reached the Imperial Garden, the ministers, concubines, princes and princess had already grown impatient.

Yet none of them dared to express any dissatisfaction.

Seeing Ouyang Qingcheng personally carrying Yuanjiu, they couldn't hide their astonishment.

Once again, they marveled at their Emperor's extraordinary nature.

Unexpectedly, he looked quite charming while holding a baby.

Ouyang Qingcheng walked straight to the main seat.