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

Mo Xiao held his breath and took off the little guy's dirty clothes, then held the little guy in the hot water basin and scrubbed his body with his own hands, and finally carefully applied some moisturizing oil.

The child who was smelly just now now exudes a milky fragrance.

However, the little prince came back in a hurry, and the palace did not prepare the children's clothes. The clothes he had changed on the way, Moxiao, felt dirty and the material was too coarse, fearing that they would scratch his son's tender skin.

Finally, Mo Xiao asked Qiu Yue to take out her bright yellow undershirt, fold it, and wrap the little guy in it.

At this moment, the little guy was wearing a yellow robe and nestled comfortably in Mo Xiao's arms.

Chunsheng and Qiuyue, who were standing on the side, had their hearts beating wildly and their expressions were a little uncontrollable.

Your Majesty has gone too far with this child.

If anyone outside sees this, I'm afraid there will be trouble. Qiuyue's heart sank, thinking that she would have someone prepare the little prince's clothes as soon as possible. This could not happen again today.

On the other side, Mo Xiao had a layer of sweat on his head after doing all this. He had never felt so tired.

In just this short moment, his back was wet.

At this moment, looking at the little guy nestling obediently in his arms, Mo Xiao slowly felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It's just... I always feel like I stink, and this room also stink.

Mo Xiao endured it for a while, but he couldn't bear it anymore and said in a deep voice: "When I go back, I want to take a shower and change clothes."

Qiuyue: "...Huh? Yes, I will make arrangements right away."

Qiuyue beamed with joy and ran quickly, fearing that Mo Xiao would regret it.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since His Majesty returned to her palace. He spent almost all day in Yinghua Hall, spending all his time and energy here.

Furthermore, the people serving around Mo Xiao may not have left Yinghua Hall for a long time.

Mo Xiao carried the child back to the palace, left the child in the care of Qiuyue and Chunsheng, and bathed and changed clothes as quickly as possible.

Qiuyue finally hugged the little prince and couldn't put it down: "He is really carved from the same mold as His Majesty."

Qiuyue couldn't help but sigh, and she loved this child even more.

Chunsheng watched eagerly from the side. He used to be the only one who hugged the little prince on the road, but he had not hugged the little prince since he came back.

Qiuyue dodged his hand several times, and Chunsheng could only stretch his neck to look.

While the two were wondering, Mo Xiao came out. His clothes were casually worn, and his black hair was still wet.

Seeing him, Chunsheng and Qiuyue said in unison: "Why so fast?"

Mo Xiao glanced at them: "Quickly?"

Two people: "..."

Mo Xiao reached out to hold the child back and said lightly: "I'm not happy."

He would not admit that he was uneasy because he couldn't see the little guy when he was taking a shower. Only when he saw it with his own eyes or held it would he feel at ease.

He had already let the little guy's mother leave him so far, and he couldn't let the little guy leave him too.

He held the child and walked aside, letting Qiuyue take a handkerchief and dry his hair.

He stared at the little guy in his arms, and saw with sharp eyes that the little guy started to pout again.

After the first two times, Mo Xiao was already experienced, and the little guy was about to start crying again.

I just had a bowel movement, so it’s probably not a bowel movement. Counting the time, I guess I’m hungry.

Mo Xiao immediately looked up at Chun Sheng: "Where's the nanny?"

Chun Sheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "I am short of time and I don't have time to make a careful selection, so I temporarily found a few wet nurses waiting outside."