The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

There were footsteps outside, and soon, a secret guard in black walked in.

This time, the secret guard did not return empty-handed. He held a basket covered with cloth in both hands and walked cautiously, fearing that the basket in his hands would shake.

Qiuyue looked at the basket helplessly and swallowed with some difficulty.

Mo Xiao frowned and looked at the basket, thinking, could this be something left by Lu Jiuqing that the secret guard picked up? After all, this happened before, and those people brought Lu Jiuqing's half-eaten wontons to the palace.

Mo Xiao thought, it would be nice to have something related to Lu Jiuqing.

The secret guard approached and carefully knelt on the ground, still firmly protecting the basket in his hand.

"I have met His Majesty."

The secret guard's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of waking up something. If Mo Xiao hadn't been a martial arts practitioner, he wouldn't have been able to hear what he said.

Mo Xiao frowned: "What's going on?"

His voice was a little loud, and it seemed to echo in the huge Yinghua Palace.

The secret guard's pupils shrank, and he was so frightened that he immediately lowered his head to look at the basket, then looked up at Mo Xiao, winked at Mo Xiao, put his fingers in his lips, and mouthed: "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down..."

Seeing him like this, Mo Xiao became more and more impatient.

He had been waiting for so long that his patience was exhausted.

He was about to reprimand, but before he could say anything, the basket suddenly moved.

The secret guard looked at the basket with a hopeless expression on his face and a hint of despair in his eyes.

The next moment, a loud cry of a baby echoed through Yinghua Palace.

Qiuyue was excited and wanted to rush over there, but she stopped as soon as she took a step and turned around to carefully look at Mo Xiao's face.

Mo Xiao's face was blank, and even his pupils couldn't stop shaking.

He stared at the basket, as if something was stuck in his throat, and the process of making the sound was extremely difficult: "What, what is this?"

The secret guard raised his head and glanced at Mo Xiao carefully, then coughed lightly and whispered under the baby's cry: "Your Majesty, this is... Miss Lu's son."

Mo Xiao stumbled, lost his balance and fell down. His head hit the table with a bang.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Qiuyue quickly rushed to Mo Xiao and reached out to support Mo Xiao. The secret guard also wanted to get up, but looked at the basket and stopped again.

Mo Xiao's mind was buzzing and he didn't feel any pain at all. He pushed Qiuyue away and pulled him away, stood up and stumbled to the basket.

The secret guard moved back and whispered to Mo Xiao, who was approaching: "Little... the young master has a bad temper. He gets angry when he gets up. He will cry loudly if he doesn't go well..."

He didn't know what to call the child, so he could only say "little master."

Mo Xiao didn't hear the secret guard's words clearly at all. He only had eyes for the basket. There was only one thought in my mind, that it contained Lu Jiuqing and his children.

He stretched out his uncontrollably trembling hand and lifted the cloth covering the basket, and a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes appeared in front of Mo Xiao.

The little guy separated from his mother three days after he was born and traveled all the way from the south of the Yangtze River to the capital. Today, he is only twenty-five days old and less than a month old.

However, under the careful care of the secret guards as if they were serving their ancestors, the child's little face is plump, white and tender, and he is a very beautiful child.