บท 1256: 477: Isn't he dead?_2

"You really speak with such conviction," Prince Rong couldn't help but ridicule as he smoothly took over holding his great-nephew, and looking upon Yan Heng's warm and sunny smile, he found it far more pleasant than that of the boy's mother.

Su Xinyi, seeing how adept Prince Rong was at cradling his son, knew that this skill must have been honed in the Zichen Palace. Whenever His Majesty had time, he would bring Yan Heng to the palace, and Prince Rong often ended up being drafted into babysitting duties during his visits. It would have been difficult not to get practiced at it after all those times.

Straight into the stone pavilion went Su Xinyi, where she sat down and had some tea brought over before speaking to Prince Rong, "If you want to lead troops into battle, you must first be as reliable as iron. Although you are a prince, if you really command an army, do you expect to just hunker down in the main camp?"

"What are you talking about?"