It is worth mentioning that the only Young Prince of Prince Jin Mansion walks more and more steadily, and the words he utters are no longer just simple two or three characters.

While the Little Traitor is too busy to take care of himself, Ye Zhi’s greatest pleasure is playing with Ah Che.

Early in the morning, there was a startling cry in Qingyi Garden.

"Ah, Ming Yan, come quickly, my little nephew wet the bed."

A shout that woke up Ming Yan, who was sleeping soundly, made her get up in a hurry, clumsily put on her clothes, and rush to the main room.

In the side room, a young girl and an innocent cute toddler sat facing each other, their big eyes staring at each other.

In the middle of the bed, there was a shallow patch of dried urine.

The girl, wearing a long ivory white gown, knelt by the bed, showcasing her graceful figure, her small face was plain, with a few strands of slightly messy hair in front, obviously having just gotten up.

She questioned her little nephew.

"Xiao Ah Che, Auntie has not treated you poorly, why did you do this to Auntie? You promised yesterday that you wouldn’t wet the bed."

The more than three-year-old Xiao Ah Che blushed, seemingly very embarrassed, pouting miserably and lowering his head, not responding.

"You, you, you can’t do this again next time."

The girl again used her slender index finger, like a jade shoot, to tap her little nephew’s forehead.

When Ming Yan entered.

She happened to see the young lady bullying the Young Prince of Jinfu, silently giving the young lady an eye-roll in her heart. She then teased lightly: "Miss, the Young Prince is still little, you can’t be like this. Besides, it was you who brought him over to care for him, and the madam exempted your embroidery work. If you send him back, you’ll have to resume learning embroidery every day."

Ye Zhi sighed: "Ah, I know, I’m just teaching him. As his aunt, I also have a responsibility to teach my nephew well. He is a Young Prince, three and a half years old, and he should change his bed-wetting habit soon."

Xiao Ah Che pursed his lips, his big clear eyes blinking, and said naively: "Auntie, Ah Che won’t wet the bed anymore, and I want to sleep with Auntie tonight."

Having said that, his small body was about to burrow into the girl’s arms.

Ye Zhi wouldn’t allow it, as he still had urine stains on him. She hurriedly called for the maids to take him for cleaning and have the bedding washed.

After a busy half-day, she and Xiao Ah Che stood brightly at the entrance of Ye Mansion, both faces full of happy smiles.

The young girl looked as elegant as a lotus, wearing a crabapple-colored robe embroidered with winding branches and roses; her hair styled with a Qingyun Hairpin and a Green Snow Containing Fragrance Hairpin, wearing red jade flower earrings, and a rouge red sachet embroidered with orange hanging at her waist.

This exquisite outfit made her even more refined and she proudly spun in front of her little nephew, Ye Zhi smiled charmingly: "How about it? Does Auntie look good?"

The three and a half-year-old Xiao Ah Che could now distinguish between beauty and ugliness, staring blankly at the person in front of him: "Beautiful, Auntie hug."

His small body was about to burrow into Auntie’s arms.

Ye Zhi jumped away, flashing far enough to avoid wrinkling her dress. Today was an important day: "Today Auntie cannot hug you; it’ll wrinkle my clothes. I’ll hug you when we get back."

She turned her head and whispered to Ming Yan beside her: "Ming Yan, you carry my little nephew."

Ming Yan responded: "Yes."

Xiao Ah Che only wanted Auntie to carry him. Switched to another person, even if it was a pretty sister, he didn’t want it. He pouted, pretending to be serious: "No need, Che Er has grown up, doesn’t need to be carried, only little kids need to be carried."

His small body turned, hands behind his back, as he headed towards the carriage already stopped by the roadside.

Ye Zhi and her attendant exchanged a glance, shook their heads, and then followed his steps.