C31 Your Majesty may You Die a Thousand Deaths

"Is it good?"

Qi Jingyu crushed the pastry and dipped his index finger in it. The child immediately hugged Qi Jingyu's finger and licked it.

Qi Jingyu raised the corner of his lips.

The will of heaven is for my nephew to make pastries. Royal brother, what should you do?

Prince Ann's expression was extremely ugly. His face was ashen and his fists were tightly clenched