The three little eggs looked at the empty grass with the big bumps on their heads and aggrieved expressions.
Xiaobao cried softly. "Why can Little Zhao do it?"
These silly actions were only the tip of the iceberg. The powerful destructive power from the three little eggs was really a nightmare for all the guards.A three-year-old child was at the time when their self-awareness was established. If they were told not to touch it, they had to!
"Lalalalala…" Xiaobao went to the greenhouse. The top-grade peony planted by Uncle Wan was gone.
"What beautiful fish!" Er'bao went to the fish pond. Prince Yan's koi were gone.
Dabao was quieter. He did not do anything like destroying flowers, nor did he harm the koi. He loved to write and was a good child who studied and worked hard.
When Yu Wan went out to take a walk and returned to her room, she saw her precious eldest son holding a pen and painting her Regent Consort document into a scribble.
