Reborn in the StarCraft, I was adopted by the Emperor's uncle

After getting the genetic card, Wenbert put Wen Shang down and led everyone to the back garden.

The back garden is where the emperor, his partner and the next heir live.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be Wen Chang's home for life.

"Your Highness, please!"

Wen Shang jumped down holding Bai Junxi's hand, got off the welcoming carriage, and turned around to take a look.

All I saw was a brightly lit area with rows of people standing on both sides in a grand manner. A tall man stood at the front, standing out from the crowd.

Next to him was Zhou Hangbai, who was calmly performing the chest-touching ceremony and took the lead in saying, "Welcome home, little prince!"

The maids and guards followed suit.

Wen Chang was startled by this scene and looked up at Wenbert with a helpless look on her face.

Humbert stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Your Highness, don't be afraid. This is an honor that belongs to you."

Perhaps many people don’t know that as early as three years ago, His Majesty had intended to make Wen Chang’s mother the Crown Princess.

It's just a pity...

Wen Chang was held by Wenbert's hand. As soon as they took a step forward, she seemed to remember something and said, "Bai Bai, let's go together!"

She turned around and held Bai Junxi's hand again.

Bai Junxi was already one step behind them, but with Wen Shang holding his hand, he had to walk with them again.

Although the princess was still young, her subconscious action successfully made Wenbert glance at Bai Junxi with some ambiguous meaning.

Bai Junxi frowned slightly, but this was not the most important thing.

What’s more important is that the Emperor standing there seemed to look at him because of Wen Chang’s action, with a look of scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes.

Bai Junxi sighed slightly in his heart!

The princess is just a child now. No matter how cruel he is, it is impossible for him to have any thoughts about a child!

Your Majesty and Chief Steward Wen are too protective of their own children.

Fortunately, Wen Chang walked up to the man and called out "Uncle", which quickly attracted the man's attention.

"Uncle, you are so tall!"

After hearing Humbert say that the extremely handsome man in front of her was her great uncle, Wen Shang's first reaction when she looked up was not why her uncle was so handsome, but that she felt that her uncle was too tall. Otherwise, why would it be so difficult for her to look up at him?

So high!

This is almost two meters tall. Baibai and the others are all around 1.9 meters tall, and they don’t look as tall as my uncle.

The man was generally a serious person, and even when facing this younger generation who was closest to him by blood, his cold face did not show any movement.

The girl tilted her head, looking like a curious baby, standing on tiptoe, trying hard to see how big he was.

He opened his lips slightly, and as soon as he spoke, he gave Wen Chang the first critical hit since he traveled through time.

"You're too short! You shorty!"

"..."

The smile on Wen Chang's face froze instantly.

I wonder if this uncle can speak.

She is still young, isn't it normal for her to be short?

Thinking so, she said so.

After all, this is her future breadwinner. If she leaves a good impression on him, her future life will be better.

"But Tangtang is still young!"

Wen Chang pouted as she spoke, drawing circles on her toes, "Isn't it normal to be short? Tangtang will work hard to eat and grow taller in the future!"

Being cute is shameful, being cute is the best!

Uncle, can you please talk to Tangtang nicely because I’m so cute?

I'm a two-year-old baby!

Wen Chang would secretly glance at his expression from time to time. Unless a man is blind, he would definitely see it.

But his expression remained indifferent. His eyes swept over her body and finally landed on her bald head. "Let's not talk about the fact that you grow taller by eating. But your little bald head, it's been two months. Why hasn't your hair grown out yet?"

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

Wen Chang immediately clenched her fists and said in a muffled voice, "Tangtang doesn't know, but Tangtang is not a little bald head. Tangtang is just molting."

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, and don't get angry.

But the uncle opposite seemed not to see that Wen Chang was about to get angry. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You? Changing fur?"

Wen Chang pursed her lips and looked at him.

"It takes two months to molt? Or did Fei Yang and the others starve you when you came back, and the malnutrition prolonged the molting period?"

Wen Shang: “…”

We can’t get over this topic of baldness, right?

"No, Uncle Fei and the others took good care of me! Tangtang, this is a special case. But uncle, how dare you go out when you have such a big mouth?"

The cub was silent for a while, and then suddenly smiled, as if the person who was about to get angry just now was not her.

But that last rhetorical question made the atmosphere, which had just been relaxed, become quiet again.

"Uncle? Is Tangtang wrong?" The fearless Wen Chang asked again.

Hearing this, Bai Junxi's mouth twitched slightly, but when he caught a glimpse of the doting look on Wenbert's face, he immediately felt at ease again.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the cub who was obviously cursing but still pretending to be innocent.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and Wen Chang was caught off guard, so she was pinched.

"Uncle, you're annoying."

Wen Chang became even angrier after he touched her like that. She slapped his hand away and quickly dodged backwards.

It's soft and easier to pinch than I imagined.

After the man withdrew his hand, he was still savoring the feel of it.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the cub hiding behind Wenbert, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, and replied to what she had just said, "Because no one can beat your great uncle."

So arrogant!

Wen Chang's face suddenly looked like a palette of colors: two parts shock, three parts speechless, and five parts confusion of "what to do if I can't outshine the person on the other side".