Long Yang listened to her prattle on without showing any sign of impatience.

When he heard how Ji’er could only drink rice soup in the beginning due to the lack of milk, his heart felt like it was being gripped, and the pain was so intense that he could hardly breathe.

Ji’er was the daughter of him and Weiwei, born of royal descent, but all she had experienced after her birth was misfortune. Now, she had even ended up in this hunter’s home, wearing ragged clothes and sleeping in such a shabby house…

“…Speaking of which, these two children get along pretty well. This boy you call Lil Qi may have forgotten who he is, but he still cares about the baby. He holds her, feeds her, helps her pee, and bathes her every day. He takes care of her much better than I do.

“I want to help, but never get the chance. The baby clings to him a lot, too. I’ve even seen her smile at him. She’s such a good girl—she never throws tantrums, even when Lil Qi holds her and sits in the same spot all day. I’ve never seen such a well-behaved baby.”

The pain and guilt in Long Yang’s heart grew deeper with every word she uttered.

His daughter could have been enjoying the most luxurious life; instead, she was suffering here in the middle of nowhere.

“I thought he was her father at first,” the hunter’s wife remarked, then thinking of something, she said curiously, “By the way, you said she’s your daughter, right? Then have you given her a name?” Both she and her husband were very fond of the little girl and had wanted to give her a name, but Lil Qi refused.

“Ji’er. Her name is Long Ji’er.” Long Yang’s voice was soft, but his words were firm.

When the boy heard the name being uttered, his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The hunter’s wife mulled over his reply for a moment. “Long Ji’er? That’s a nice name. But isn’t Long the imperial family name?” Although she lived in the valley and seldom had contact with the outside world, she was still aware that Great Shang had been ruled by the Long Family for many years.

“Yes,” Long Yang answered honestly.

He was grateful to this family for saving Chu Qi and Ji’er.

The hunter’s wife’s mouth fell open in shock.

In that case, could they be members of the imperial family?

Heavens! They had actually saved royalty?

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The hunter’s wife felt a little faint.

Long Yang made his way over to Chu Qi.

“Give Ji’er to me, Lil Qi,” he breathed, his hands balling into fists under his sleeves as he stared at the child in Chu Qi’s arms nervously.

Chu Qi was a little hesitant.

However, the man was Ji’er’s birth father, so he lifted her into the air and held her out to him.

Long Yang cradled Ji’er in his arms carefully.

Ji’er stared at him, her gaze rolling over every inch of his face.

Long Yang gazed back at her, and the sight of her pure, clear eyes melted his heart instantly.

Raising the corners of his lips, he gave her a gentle and affectionate smile.

The next instant, Ji’er’s mouth puckered up, and she suddenly burst into tears.

The smile froze on Long Yang’s face, the tiny tot’s wave of tears rendering him helpless.

“Don’t cry, Ji’er. It’s all my fault… I’ve made you suffer…” he comforted her clumsily.

However, Ji’er ignored his apology as her wails continued to rise in pitch.

She had always been well-behaved, so her cries immediately alarmed Chu Qi and the hunter’s wife.

Chu Qi shot up from his seat, and with a grim expression, he snatched Ji’er right out of Long Yang’s arms.

Seeing the gloom on Long Yang’s face, the hunter’s wife immediately reassured him, “Ji’er doesn’t like being held by anyone other than Lil Qi. She doesn’t like being held by me even though I see her every day, which is obviously much more than she sees you. You may be her father, but you’ve been separated for a long time, so it’s normal for her to feel distant from you. Just spend more time around her and things will improve once she gets used to you.”