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

Seeing Zhou Chen running so fast, Qiuyue twitched the corner of her mouth and entered the Yinghua Palace with the tea cup in her hand.

First he glanced at Chen Yuan and the little prince who were playing on the carpet, and then put the tea in Mo Xiao's hand.

Mo Xiao glanced at it, picked it up and took a sip. His brows furrowed for a moment: "What is it?"

Qiuyue lowered her head and said honestly: "Herbal tea."

Mo Xiao opened his eyes a little wider: "Are you giving me herbal tea in the winter?"

Qiuyue spoke sincerely and said leisurely: "Your Majesty, herbal tea will relieve the heat."

Mo Xiao: "..."

Mo Xiao placed the teacup in his hand firmly on the table, his face looking even uglier than before.

Qiuyue's pupils trembled, thinking that next time she should not take the initiative to give herbal tea. His Majesty didn't seem to want herbal tea very much.

Mo Xiao continued to look down at the folding paper, but despite trying several times, the words on the folding paper could not be read. After countless failures, Mo Xiao gave up and threw the book in his hand on the table.

He was restless and unable to calm down.

He leaned back and stared in the direction of the door for a while, then his eyes fell on the child on the carpet. At this moment, the little guy was already riding on Chen Yuan's neck, grabbing Chen Yuan's hair with both hands, messing up Chen Yuan's hair like a beggar.

Mo Xiao tilted his head and looked for a while, then suddenly shouted: "Baby, come here, come to Father."

When the little guy heard his father calling him, he immediately raised his head and looked towards Mo Xiao. When he saw his father extending his hand towards him, he immediately slid off Chen Yuan's body like a little monkey, and then shook his head with his short legs. He staggered towards Mo Xiao, grinning as he walked, and seemed to be calling his father.

The little prince is almost one year old and can already waddle for a short distance.

Mo Xiao stood up from the chair and squatted next to the table. When the little guy staggered up to him, he picked up his son.

The little guy chuckled a few times, and a string of crystal saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth. The little prince is teething and can't control his saliva.

Mo Xiao didn't dislike it either. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his son's saliva away. Then he held his son in his arms, weighed it, and said with a smile: "He's fat."

The little guy couldn't understand what he was saying, he could only giggle holding his father's neck.

He was raised by Mo Xiao himself, so naturally he is the closest to Mo Xiao.

Chen Yuan on the other side stood up from the carpet and straightened his chicken coop-like hair. He simply gave up after finding that it was not going smoothly. With her messy hair on her head, she glanced at the little prince, and then said, "Not fat."

She has lived among the people since she was a child. In her concept, children naturally grow fatter and stronger.

Mo Xiao glanced at her: "Why don't you leave?"

Chen Yuan said calmly: "I'm waiting for my sister's letter."

Mo Xiao: "..."

Now, among all the people in the palace, only Chen Yuan dared to mention Lu Jiuqing in front of Mo Xiao. This was even when Mo Xiao was the most unhappy, but Mo Xiao was helpless.

Mo Xiao frowned tightly, and he said angrily: "What's there to wait for? Not even a word."

Chen Yuan glanced at Mo Xiao and said leisurely: "What if?"

Mo Xiao pursed his lips and remained silent.

He is also waiting for this eventuality.

What if Lu Jiuqing was a little happier that day and was willing to give him a few words? Just in case, he waited anxiously every time.