King Beiyin approached the baby, but it was just a pink lump of flesh, that was his own blood and bones? Heirs of the royal family? Oh, he didn't even dare reach out to hug that little thing. "Congratulations to the king, the old slave is a little prince." The midwife baptized the baby, cleaned it up, and held it in her arms as a baby boy with a peugeot appearance. Beiyin reached out to touch the small thing, his fists clenched tightly, as if he was born angry, and felt that someone was touching...

"Princess Beiyin: The Ballad of Beauty" Chapter 61 The Ninth Brother Who Thinks Day and Night is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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