Chapter 957 – Side Story
“Zixiao—look at me—”
A familiar voice tickled his ears, feeling like feathers lightly grazing his heart.
Wei Ci struggled to open his eyes, wincing at the harsh sunlight as he squinted. Before he could take in his surroundings, he felt a warm, wet sensation on his cheek.
“Haha—still not awake? Changsheng, wash his face.”
Wei Ci instinctively lifted a hand to his face, only to find it slick with drool.
Before he could fully comprehend, a round, chubby face loomed large in front of him.
Little Changsheng, now over eight months old, was babbling away, her tiny hands gripping Wei Ci’s face, her mouth open, nibbling on his nose.
Wei Ci couldn’t help but chuckle. He scooped up Changsheng and playfully poked her tiny nose with his finger. “Your nose is dirty; if you’re hungry, go find your nanny.”
Changsheng giggled, energetically reaching out her white, lotus-like arms toward Wei Ci.
“Oh dear—children have so much energy and are so mischievous, they just can’t sit still,” Jiang Pengji sighed.
“It’s all because the Lord indulges her too much! It’s not good; Changsheng is still so young; the Lord should ensure she’s well-raised.”
Jiang Pengji laughed, saying, “I love children, but I’m not keen on teaching.”
Wei Ci muttered to himself—of course, the Lord enjoys a ruckus too; how can she teach a child?
We definitely don’t want to raise a spoiled young master!
“Thank goodness for Zixiao. You’ll be her tutor in the future… well, the only tutor.”
Wei Ci disagreed, “That won’t do; my skills are lacking, I probably can’t take on such an important role.”
“Being a tutor and being a teacher are different. Other teachers teach knowledge; you, as her tutor, will teach her how to be a proper person.”
Wei Ci was puzzled—was there even a difference?
Oh, there definitely was.
In the future, Jiang Zhao would have a contemporary empress named Hui Chang.
It was well-known that the royal family’s empresses throughout history remained single.
As society advanced, the common people found themselves closer to the royal family, who lived peacefully far from the power center as good luck charms.
With this proximity came more gossip.
The common folk were curious about one matter—
Reporter: “I heard that royal ladies can conceive through feelings—true or false?”
Hui Chang: “Reap what you sow? No way, that’s fake.”
Reporter: “So, does a royal husband really exist?”
Hui Chang: “The term ‘royal husband’ is quite… you must read a lot of romance novels. Although there’s no royal husband, there has always been a role passed down through the generations, corresponding to each emperor.”
Reporter: “What is it?”
Hui Chang: “The Royal Daughter’s Tutor.”
The people were astonished—
Did all past Royal Daughters’ Tutors imply the existence of a royal husband?
