The princess was reborn with her cub, and the ninth uncle was killed by the cub in anger.

She was only wearing an ordinary green sarong skirt, but she had a good figure, black hair like clouds, and a pair of eyes that were so bright that people couldn't take their eyes away.

But the corners of her eyes and brows were full of anger.

"You are so cruel to a little girl, aren't you ashamed?" she scolded.

The young master looked at her, then at Dabao, and raised his eyebrows.

"Who is this little girl to you? She can't be your daughter, right?" There was teasing in his tone.

Gu Nanqiao said coldly: "She is my daughter."

The young man smiled.

"Your daughter injured one of my men, how will the debt be settled?"

Gu Nanqiao snorted: "It was your people who made the move first."

"It's your carriage that's blocking my way." The young master looked at her pretty face with amusement in his eyes.

"How about if you become my woman and I let your daughter go?"

Gu Nanqiao almost laughed angrily.

At this moment, the young master's whip loosened and wrapped around her wrist like a poisonous snake, pulling her to his side.

She remained calm, preparing to suddenly attack when she got closer.

"Who dares to touch her!"

A figure appeared beside the young master as if falling from the sky, and struck him on the back with a palm.

The young man vomited blood, fell under the carriage, faced the ground, and chewed a mouthful of mud.

Mo Shiyi's clothes fluttered and fell beside Gu Nanqiao.

He circled his arms, encircling Gu Nanqiao and Dabao in his arms.

"Are you all right?"

Gu Nanqiao pushed him away gently, combed his temples, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

"Dabao, are you injured?" She was worried about her daughter.

Dabao blinked his bright black eyes.

"Uncle Ajiu, thank you."

Mo Shi also sent the two of them back to the carriage. Xiaobao looked at him and curled his lips without saying a word.

The little guy has an inexplicable hostility towards him.

He was not as close to him as Dabao was.

Mo Shi didn't know what he meant and ignored them. He personally drove the three of them back to the inn in a carriage.

Dabao entered the inn and said to Mo Shiyi with a smile: "Uncle Ah Jiu, thank you very much for today. These are snacks made by my mother for you to eat."

She took out her treasured plum blossom cake and presented it to Mo Shiyi like a treasure.

My ears suddenly hurt.

Xiaobao grabbed her ears and pulled her into the room without any explanation.

My brother has a stinky face.

Dabao is very strong, but he never bullies Xiaobao. He obediently lets Xiaobao scratch his ears and only protests in a low voice: "Xiaobao, it hurts..."

Xiaobao slammed the door shut.

His eyes were fierce.

"Why do you want to give him a snack? Are you familiar with him?"

Dabao rubbed his ears and looked at Xiaobao's face.

"Hey, are you angry? Why!"

Xiaobao snorted: "Think for yourself."

Dabao grabbed his hair.

"Is it because I gave the snack to Uncle Ajiu but not to you? Well, I have another piece here for you to eat."

"Who cares!"

Xiaobao glared at her with hatred: "Don't talk to him anymore. That man is not a good person!"

Huh, if others can't see it, why don't they think he can't see it?

The man stared at his mother all the way, clearly looking for her mother's ideas.

But Dabao didn't notice at all, and stupidly mouthed "Uncle Ajiu, Uncle Ajiu".

He was almost furious.

Dabao stuck out his tongue: "Xiaobao, you misunderstood. Fortunately, Uncle Ajiu saved my mother and I in time. I gave him snacks just to thank him. Mother said that you must be polite to others."