"The little Prince is so young, how can he have the same aura as his dad?" exclaimed the onlookers.
Dressed formally, the little Prince wore a baby version of courtly attire, with red clothes and golden buttons, complete with epaulettes and a tiny crown atop his head. Despite having a tender, babyish face, his expression exuded calm and nobility beyond his years.
Especially those red eyes looking at the camera—bright, piercing, resolute, and spirited.
At such a young age, he already possessed a powerful presence that commanded respect.
Just through a photograph, it seemed one could already foresee a splendid life awaiting the little Prince—a future where he might even surpass his father, becoming an exceptional man at the very peak of the pyramid.
"I told you, the little Prince must be a combination of both His Highness and the Princess!" someone said.
"Carved in pink and white jade, with delicate features, utterly flawless! Why can't this perfect child be mine! Wuuu..."
