Lin Qingyuan cast her a significant glance. "Obviously I'm here to see the young Prince and Princess." She moved close to Long Qingzhi and gazed at the young Princess in her arms, her heart full of mixed emotions.
The child was already half a month old, and her facial features had become more distinct. She was now a lovely, fair-cheeked little bundle of delight.
"Please let me hold her, Your Highness." She stretched her arms out to Long Qingzhi and looked at her longingly.
Long Qingzhi smiled and nodded. "My arms were getting sore, anyway. You came just in time." She got up and passed Long Yinyao to her.
Cradling the child in her arms, Lin Qingyuan suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart.
That day, she had also been the one holding the other baby girl in her arms.
However, the Emperor had gone mad all of a sudden and charged at her.
Before she had been able to react, he had seized the child from her.
