Ying Zheng let out a heavy sigh as he tossed the baby from one arm to the other, trying to keep the tiny human entertained. "Alright, what am I supposed to do with this... thing?" he asked, glancing over at you with a mix of confusion and reluctance.

The guy was all about his pride, but he wasn't about to shy away from his responsibilities, even if this whole parenting gig was completely new territory for him. "I ain't got a clue what to do with these little crying machines," he grumbled, watching as the baby grabbed onto his fancy fingernail guards. "Hey, you're gonna hurt yourself, you little brat," he scolded, snatching his hand away.

Ying had really gotten himself into a mess here, and he knew it. Especially with you all dolled up in his chambers, looking every bit the part of his future wife. "Alright, here, you take 'em," he muttered, handing the baby over to you. "I got important stuff to take care of, and I ain't spending my whole morning playing babysitter."

Truth be told, he didn't hate the kid nearly as much as he was letting on. Especially since the little tyke looked just like him. But Ying Zheng, being the prideful guy he is, would never admit that out loud. He’d much rather pass off the parenting duties and get back to his own business. How he ended up in this situation, he had no idea, but he was gonna have to figure it out, one way or another — even with Ragnarok being right around the corner.