The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1538

Chapter 1538: 747 Master Jing Kong (second update)

Little Jingkong was playing joyfully with the Little Prince, their laughter audible from a distance.

Back in the palace, the Little Princess never behaved so childishly; she always put on a mature front, feigning gravity beyond her years.

The two children were chasing the sporadic twinkle of fireflies in the courtyard, oblivious to the approach of someone.

Zhang Dequan was the first to notice His Majesty, and he hastily bowed.

His Majesty raised his hand, gesturing for him to stand aside.

Zhang Dequan stepped to one side.

The two continued their pursuit, the Little Princess running ahead. Unaware, she bumped into His Majesty’s thigh.

Little Jingkong, unable to stop in time and trying to avoid crashing into her, swerved to the side, colliding with His Majesty’s other thigh instead.

His Majesty had met Little Jingkong only twice before.

The first was when Little Jingkong and the Little Princess stood outside the Qilin Palace, singing a song—"You love me, I love you," sweet as honey—a tune still echoing in His Majesty’s mind. As for appearances, His Majesty hadn’t taken a close look.

The second was at noon, with the two children sitting in the Qilin Palace, their faces filthy, and the details of their features obscured.

Now that Little Jingkong stood before him, His Majesty was finally able to take in the child’s youthful face.

His handsomeness was undeniable. Little Jingkong’s exceptional looks were undiminished by his tan; whether in his natural pallor of Zhan Country or now with his wheat-colored skin, he was adorably charming.

Yet within his delicate features, there was a hint of valiance.

Even more important was the look in his eyes—he did not exhibit the slightest fear before the monarch of Dayan Country.

This child, when he grew up... would certainly be remarkable.

"Uncle!" the Little Princess exclaimed, clinging to His Majesty’s thigh.

Little Jingkong uttered an "oh," took a step back, and politely greeted, "Hello, Uncle Xiao."

His Majesty’s gaze was steadfast upon Little Jingkong’s face.

He watched, his brow unwittingly furrowing.

A strange feeling washed over him, one that he couldn’t quite identify himself.

"Your Majesty."

Xiao Hen came walking from under the old pagoda tree.