Lyra Du played hopscotch with Xiao Yuexing until the evening.
"Young Master, it's getting late. We have to go back to the palace."
The personal nanny who served the young master came up to remind him.
"Go down!"
Yue Xing's handsome face fell. Although he was young, the prince was no less majestic.
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