OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 510: She Has Neither a Mother Nor a Grandfather!
After Bai Zhi’er went to Xinyu Palace, Su Yinling had already started serving the dishes.
The table was filled with a dazzling array of dishes, which seemed more like home-cooked meals compared to the skills of the Imperial Chef.
Su Yinling wiped her hands on her apron and smiled at Bai Zhi’er: "Zhi’er, go play with Grandpa Su first, Aunt Yinling will come over after frying an egg."
Bai Zhi’er nodded obediently: "Okay."
Grandpa Su, leaning on a cane, wobbled over and handed Bai Zhi’er a small peach.
"Your Highness, eat this, it’s crisp and sweet."
Faced with the elderly man, Bai Zhi’er was even more adorable and sensible: "Grandpa Su, just call me Zhi’er, my dad said you saved my grandpa, so there’s no need to be so formal."
Grandpa Su smiled broadly at her words: "Alright, alright, Zhi’er is really so sensible."
He slowly sat down, supporting himself with a nearby chair.
Bai Zhi’er’s long eyelashes fluttered.
She looked at the elderly man and asked, "Grandpa Su, how is your illness? Did you take your medicine this morning?"
"I did, I never miss a dose, but my body is just stubborn!" Grandpa Su said, gently patting his knee and sighing.
A hint of confusion flashed in the little one’s big, round eyes.
Last night she saw Su Yinling pouring out the medicine, but Grandpa Su still said he drank it.
Could it be, he’s lying?
The little one’s simple test seemed to indicate that Grandpa Su and Su Yinling might have planned this together!
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes and subtly wrinkled her small nose.
At this moment, Grandpa Su was also conflicted in his heart.
Before Bai Zhi’er came, Su Yinling had already told him.
To be kinder to the child.
After all, she has neither a mother nor a grandfather!
As a child, she must long to be loved.
If Grandpa Su could make Bai Zhi’er feel loved, like a grandfather would, then she certainly wouldn’t want him to leave.
But Grandpa Su was secretly observing Bai Zhi’er out of the corner of his eye.
The little one was biting into the crisp, sweet peach, swinging her little feet, enjoying it immensely.
She didn’t seem interested in talking to him at all.
He didn’t know how to start the conversation.
"Uh... does the Emperor spend a lot of time with Zhi’er usually?" After thinking it over, Grandpa Su asked something else first.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her bright black eyes: "Yes, whenever dad isn’t busy, he’s always with me."
Grandpa Su asked again, "So when the Emperor is busy, who keeps Zhi’er company?"
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly: "Sometimes it’s Sister Qingmei, sometimes it’s my brothers, and sometimes it’s Third Uncle~"
Grandpa Su thought for a moment.
Third Uncle? That’s Prince Kang.
"Oh, so what do they play with Zhi’er? Why don’t Grandpa Su play with you for a while too, so our little Zhi’er won’t get bored waiting." Supporting himself on the chair, Grandpa Su stood up, his legs shaking.
Bai Zhi’er glanced at him.
The little one said seriously, "Grandpa Su, I’m afraid you can’t. When Third Uncle usually plays with me, he lets me ride a big horse, but if I were to ride on Grandpa Su’s shoulders, I’m afraid Grandpa Su’s condition would worsen."
Grandpa Su’s slow-moving action froze.
He chuckled dryly: "Then Grandpa Su really can’t play with you."
Grandpa Su thought for a moment and changed the subject again.
"By the way, I’ve heard from Yinling that Zhi’er is great at calligraphy, can you show Grandpa Su? Let me appreciate your talent." He smiled kindly.
But Bai Zhi’er shook her head resolutely: "Nope! Now’s not the time for Zhi’er to practice calligraphy. Grandpa Su, don’t spoil my mood!"
