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

Qiuyue glared at Chunsheng, and then stared at Mo Xiao eagerly, waiting for Mo Xiao to get tired of hugging him so that she could help him, so that she could also see the true face of the little prince.

However, Mo Xiao held the little prince firmly in his arms without even shaking his hands, and it continued like this for an hour.

The sky has darkened and candles have been lit in the hall.

Seeing that it was dinner time, Qiuyue was just thinking about how to remind His Majesty to have dinner, when she suddenly heard two muffled sounds of a baby coming from the silent palace.

Qiuyue and Chunsheng immediately widened their eyes and stared eagerly at Mo Xiao's arms.

Mo Xiao's writing hand paused, and then he immediately put down the pen in his hand and lowered his head to check on the little one in his arms.

The little guy moved his little hands and twisted his body in his swaddling clothes. Before his eyes were fully opened, he started crying as soon as his mouth closed.

Mo Xiao: "..."

Mo Xiao stood up immediately, held the child in his arms and walked around in circles, gently shaking the child in his arms from time to time, and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "Stop crying."

Unfortunately, it didn't work at all. The little guy in his arms cried louder and louder.

Mo Xiao: "..."

The veins on Mo Xiao's forehead tensed up. Finally, he raised his eyes to look at Chunsheng below and said in a cold tone: "Why is he crying?"

Chun Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth and took a step forward: "Your Majesty, give me the child. There are many reasons why a child cries. It may be because of... diarrhea or hunger."

"Let me see if he has diarrhea first. If not, he is hungry."

This is Chun Sheng's experience gained from serving this little ancestor all the way.

The little prince has a temper, which is a bit too big, but he is very reasonable and never makes trouble unreasonably. When he cries, there is probably a reason.

Chun Sheng said as he wanted to reach out and hug the child.

Mo Xiao frowned and took a step back to avoid Chunsheng's hand: "I will do it myself."

Chunsheng: "..."

Qiuyue on the side intervened at the slightest opportunity: "Your Majesty, let the slave come."

Mo Xiao glanced at them and insisted: "I will do it myself."

But after he finished speaking, he held the child and stood still for a while without moving. The other two people looked at him eagerly.

Mo Xiao: "..."

Mo Xiao said in a cold tone: "What should we do?"

Chunsheng's mouth twitched again, and then he began to give careful instructions: "First lay the little prince flat, open the swaddling clothes, and then check."

Mo Xiao hugged the child and spun around, pushed the memorial on the table to the side, and carefully placed the little prince on it.

Chunsheng and Qiuyue looked at their Majesty, their faces already a little numb.

But Mo Xiao still looked at them seriously: "Then?"

Chunsheng: "...Open the swaddling clothes first to see if the little prince has pooped."

Mo Xiao did as he was told, but as soon as he unwrapped the swaddling clothes, a smell filled the air.

There is no need to look now, everyone knows that the little prince has done something bad. He may be feeling uncomfortable at the moment and is crying at the top of his lungs.

Mo Xiao's eyes narrowed at the smell, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Qiuyue: "...Your Majesty, please come as a slave."

"Your Majesty, I'll do it. I'm used to this kind of work." Chun Sheng said hurriedly.

Mo Xiao stared at the crying little prince, pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to do it myself."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, then held his breath and stretched out his hand towards the child.

On the other side, Qiuyue quickly ordered someone to bring hot water.