Consort Hui was totally frightened.
"Emperor, Yi An doesn't know any better..."
Zhao Junyao directly ignored her and simply said with a smile.
"Not know any better? My daughter, why would she need to be sensible, right Yi An?!"
Yi An giggled again.
"Exactly, Father. I don't want to be sensible!"
Like the eldest sister, she's sensible enough.
Taught by Consort Ning to the point of being foolish.
Thus, in the mind of seven-year-old Yi An, being sensible equates to being foolish!
How insightful!
Father and daughter played for a good while before they finally settled down.
Consort Hui could finally breathe easy again.
She looked at Yi An and shook her head helplessly.
"Emperor, don't indulge her in everything, you'll spoil her rotten!"
Zhao Junyao took a sip of tea and waved it off.
"Spoil her? How bad could a little girl get?"
