C889 Assassination Attempt

Seeing the little prince now is like seeing a young Pei Xuanzhang, and it fills my heart with joy. The child seems to sense his grandmother's affection, nestling in her arms with a gentle smile.

Cui Zuoyu playfully tapped the child's nose, her expression soft. "This child doesn't look like me at all."

"Who says that?" Just as the words left her mouth, a deep, raspy voice came from beside her