Bai Xilie heard this and furrowed his sword-like eyebrows.
There was some displeasure on his handsome face.
"The Princess should also live long, very long! Say it again for me."
Everyone was taken aback and quickly corrected themselves: "Long live the Emperor, long live the Princess, live very long!"
Only then did Bai Xilie unfurrow his brows and laugh heartily.
He turned his head slightly, looking at the adorable little daughter in his arms: "Zhi'er, come, you say: 'get up'."
Bai Zhi'er blinked her long lashes, her large, shiny eyes full of clear black.
"Only the Emperor can say 'get up'!" the little one said softly.
Bai Xilie held her small hand and said in a low voice, "These people will be your subjects in the future. Zhi Bao, everything of Daddy's is yours, what are just the words 'get up'?"
Bai Zhi'er tilted her little head, thought about it, and obeyed her father.
"Get up!"
What was expected to be the Emperor's 'get up' came as a tender and soft little voice!
