Bai Ruozhu choked and awkwardly said, "Believe it? How could I not believe."
Jiang Yichun smirked, pulled back her sleeve to take a look, and after seeing that the mark had faded a bit, he felt relieved and went to hold his son in his arms.
"Let's go, it's time to eat," Jiang Yichun said as he carried his son and headed out.
Bai Ruozhu quickly rushed to take Little Dengdeng, saying, "You are now leading soldiers outside, it is better not to hold the child, to avoid affecting your majesty."
Jiang Yichun touched his nose, "Does my majesty need to be proven in this way?"
But Bai Ruozhu refused to let him hold the child no matter what, so he had no choice but to give up. Yet poor Little Dengdeng looked at his father with a face full of grievance, his little eyes seeming to say: Dad, why don't you want Little Dengdeng? Seeing this made Jiang Yichun feel quite distressed.